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Mike aka The War Machine has been known to engage in some brutal matches with a high win record. Truly he is a dominant force to those paying attention to the various federations that litter the landscape. International Pro Wrestling, one of the groups he is engaged in, has made note of his dominance. They are now planning to use that notoriety to propel a somewhat newer talent only forward, a guy who has only been wrestling professionally about 7 - 8 months old in the federation. They begin to plan a major upset for Mike at the hands of Madison Jones. The goal is to shock the crowd, propel Madison forward so he might be better recognized like his father was, and generally shake up the landscape. With both of them under contract, they have no choice to comply or suffer serious consequences; not just getting fired from the IPW roster, but getting a black mark on the record that will follow them through their entire career.

With the gravity of the situation hanging over both of them, they reach out to each other to talk about the situation a couple days before the big event. Madison offers for Mike to meet him at his workplace at the WelCum Bar where he serves as a Bartender in his off time. Finally one afternoon before the night regulars start coming in, the meeting happens.

Madison Jones:
It's the afternoon and I'm about to go off shift. Since I live here in the bar now, I usually just work in my sweatpants, sometimes shoes; might seem unprofessional but given that some of our customers walk around in a speedo or less, I think I'm fine. There's the usual chaos around the bar, shirtless guys hitting on each other, the new fireplace and couch full of dudes trying to cram themselves on it, and of course something wildly inappropriate playing on the TV; I love my job. I come out from behind the counter as I see the next Bartender come in to take my place, and after a brief hug with them, I lean against the counter knowing that Mike will be in shortly. He's punctual, professional like that, and deadly efficient if you see him in the ring. We plan to talk about the orders that were handed for our match in a couple days, something I'm rather nervous about.

A win like this could really push my career forward, but I don't like rigged matches; and so far this is the only scripted one I've been given. It might mean that IPW is finally paying attention to me, but... my stomach turns thinking about what this could do to Mike. If he isn't onboard with this, I am prepared to reject the match and suffer the consequences for it. I suspect Ahmed pulled some strings to get me in the spot, the man is a big fan, but I can't help but to wonder why they didn't choose dad over me... Eugene Scott. Why am I second guessing this? This is a huge opportunity, I should just take it without question and thank management... but it doesn't sit right with me. Right as I am finishing up my beer, I see Mike come into the bar. Not sure how he is taking the news.

Mike War Machine:
It's getting late in the afternoon. I didn't plan a gym workout today, but hell I needed one. I needed the news to sink in, to release some big frustrations. Usually I'm very punctual but today's session was much longer than expected. What did I even expect? My knuckles are red from hitting the punching bag that much, it's a clear mark that I notice when I get myself ready for a meeting in this bar. While driving in my car, I begin to think back to all the promises they made me. "No real scripted fights.. Unless very necessary; You'll be the allround champion for months.. We won't let you lose to much smaller guys.." I feel I'm squeezing my wheel hard. It's tough to let go of the thoughts that no one or nothing is responsible for this, only those big guys from the management. I arrive at the place where my opponent asks for a meeting. Just wearing casual gym gear. Long sweatpants and a white tank top

I don't really know my opponent actually. I usually just focus on my own battle in the circuit, I hear names and I heard this one. I don't think he's that much of a dominant heel. Otherwise I'd definitely have known him longer. I was about to refuse since this shit is already humiliating enough. But something triggered me. Who is this dude? Why they prefer him over me? I head straight to the bar, I notice, these question going all around in my head. I ask there for you and they show me you are already at a table, enjoying a beer. "Bring me one like that", I order the bartender. I walk over and immediately take a seat in front of you. "So you are the big famous Madison" I say pretty cold with a big touch of irony. "I'm Mike". They bring my beer right away and I drink half of the glass in one time. "So what's up with you?", acting all cool now as I slump back in the sofa

Madison Jones:
I've seen Mike in the ring of course, he destroys people. Even when I made it pro half a year ago, I always had a timidness about me when I meet big name people. You come over and take a seat while one of the other bartenders brings you your beer. I look you over noticing that you are fresh from a workout, maybe trying to intimidate me, well that's not what today is about. "Hi Mike, yeah I'm Madison. Call me Maddy, most of the guys do." I offer a handshake.

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Regardless if you shake or not, I get to the point of the visit. "Thought we should get to know each other a little. Let me start by saying, I'm pretty shocked about these orders. It's never been dictated to me to do a match like this before. This is all new to me, and you've been around for a while." I take a drink to help calm myself, nerves showing that I am worried about stuff. "This would do wonders for me, but would really hurt you I think. I don't like it, and I really don't think this is fair. What are your feelings, please be honest."

Mike War Machine:
I'm leaning back a lot, I notice in my attitude I'm really nonchalant without even wanting to act like that.. yet.. You reach out your hand and I lift mine, grab yours, shake and squeeze it some. "Alright Maddy, so I'm Mike yeah". I leave a silence there as you continue the story with both know already. I can see you acting nervous. "Yeah yeah. This is fuckin shit huh." My beer is already empty. "Normally I don't drink alcohol". I wave at the waiter "Another one". I sigh deep "Well yeah this is fuckin shit.." I can't really put my emotions into words at the moment

"I'm a pro, man. In all aspects, but this.."I take another long silence, shaking my head in disbelief. "They want to fuck up my carreer or what?", I come back leaning forward, coming closer and look deep in your eyes. "Or did you go complaining there to get a rise in your career?" I stare at you, searching if I can find something in your look.. "Why the hell are you even acting all nervous?" I raise my voice some. " I am the one to get busted.. I am the one whose career is about to get destroyed.. I'm the victim here!" My voice trembles a bit, the anger in it just takes over. "Where's my beer??" I shout at the bar

Madison Jones:
I listen to your thoughts on the matter, and you ask a fair question. I simply don't have all the answers, but there are a few things you seem to be overlooking. "Mike, I doubt they are trying to destroy your career. You're big enough that you can take a loss like this. If anything, I bet they are just trying to shake things up with the audience's expectations." About now the handsome bartender Matt brings you another beer. "I'm nervous Mike, because if I refuse this match, I'll probably get fired. It will mark my career and probably make me not able to get work in the business again. I only recently got in, and got in late because I spent a lot of time in school."

I give a long sigh and work some more on my own beer. "Wrestling means a lot to me, so I want you to understand what I mean when I say... I will refuse this match if you want me to. I'll take that hit because I don't think it is right what is happening here. This whole thing is worse than the Montreal Screwjob. As for your question if I asked them to do something for me?" I grit my teeth at the insinuation, "I know we are just meeting each other, so I'll try not to be too insulted. No, I didn't go complaining to them, and I'm not begging for a career bump. I've made peace with the fact I'll never be as good as my dad was. I'm just a guy who likes to wrestle, who likes to fuck in the ring." I finish my drink.

Mike War Machine:
I hear you talking and as you continue you, I try to bring up my arguments again but I feel somehow that yours make sense as well. But I risk the same fate as you, don't I? But I'm not worried since I guess I'll be able to find a new job in the wrestling industry as well. Or not? What if they see me as a big rebel that can't take orders from bosses? You continue talking and I keep moving forward, my elbows on the table as I dig my face deep in my hands. "Why do you even care about me? I mean.. You can boost your career, make a name.." Then I put a grin on my face "A real heel wouldnt be nervous about this' ', but then I realize it's another insult. And it's not your fault. "Sorry dude, I think I get it. The bigger thing.. It's all about that huh." I sigh deeper. "I.. I just can't lose when it's not real. Not worthy. You get that? It's not in my nature.." I shake my glass some, then put it away. "This is the reason they create alcoholics." I laugh loud with a big, fake smile

Then I think back to the last match I had. They didnt give me any orders, just to fuck well. "Listen dude.. Of course I know even the best have to lose eventually. And that those twists are needed to entertain the crowd.." Man, I'm sighing deeper and deeper.. I rub my hand over my forehead "No insult here, but I don't really understand why they want me to lose to you.." I roll my neck, as I feel it brings me stress already. "They better pay me a good physiotherapist."

Madison Jones:
I nod with your first assessment, "You're right, even if I choose to reject this, it would be a black mark for you too. So even if I try to pull out, it still hurts you, though I imagine it would hurt me more. We're stuck." You bring up how a real heel wouldn't be nervous about this, and I make note of that mindset as I listen to the rest. "Mike, I'm not a Heel, I'm a Face. Don't be mixing that up with a Jobber. It doesn't mean I'm weak, it means I do what I think is right. You're right though, this wouldn't be a loss for you, it is literally a rigged match."

I start drinking my water while thinking about the next part, it sounds like you really think I could never take you in a fight. You might be right, but it is still a bit blunt, and I'd like to think I'd put up some good competition, "They want you to lose for the shock value, that's it. I don't think it is overly complicated, but Mike we have to work together to sell this good to the crowd. I might not look it being a cruiser weight, but I know how to flip around big guys like you, and any man locked in the right submission holds will have to give up. Still, we need to make this look good and I'll only do it in a way that makes you look good. Let's go over the details." I pull up the memo on my phone. "Early on I'm supposed to throw you in a steel post to hurt your shoulder, that's something I already do. From there, you come at me like a bull, and I'll keep doing defense to take you down and wear you out. The crowd will love it."

"We can play the angle that I'm doing mind games, provoking you, getting you to fall for my tricks. It's basically what Aikido is about anyways, knowing how to handle a person when they come at you and turning their momentum against them." I take a long drink knowing there is a part of the match scripted that might break me, the Full Nelson. Before talking about it, I watch you to get your reaction first to the current proposal.

Mike War Machine:
I hear you speaking, but it feels like I'm not actually listening very well. I'm deep in my own thoughts and sometimes catch some words from you. Rigged match.. Of course it is.. Shock value.. "What if they just want to test us? If they want one of us or worse, both of us just out of the company and they want to have an excuse to fire us? Man this is a fuckin mindfuck!!". It feels weird somehow, since you get back to the positive vibe all the time. Well not weird, you'll gain a lot in this. It's tough for me to not blame you for this. I know it of course, but it would be just way easier to piss you off with all this shit. In the meantime I just order water, I need to keep my head clear here and now.

You pull out your phone and I sigh again, slightly annoyed that you take control in this. But I also know I'm not in the mood to do it now, so I reach forward and look at what you created there. You begin to talk about stuff like hurting me early and wearing me out. I grunt some, since I know this would be the only right way. "If you have to beat me, dude, make a fuckin big show out of it. Do it well.." I lean back again, frown some as you talk about the Aikido stuff "and uhh.. what exactly is that again?" I interrupt your sentences often, not to be an asshole, just so I don't lose the thoughts in my head. "So how would you think to beat me? Finish me? What move?"

Madison Jones:
I see you want to talk about the end of the match first, about how you would lose, and I get it. You have your pride, we all do, and you want to make sure you don't look weak when you take a fall. I drink some water and clear my throat while pulling up some images. "You're concerned how you will look when you lose. Let me tell you about my finisher, the Romero Special made famous by the great Jushin Liger and then Daniel Bryan." I pull up some pictures of it applied to some of my tougher opponents, bulky men who don't give up easily. "Finisher has four parts to it..."

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"First part I set you up back on your knees, hand struggling to get loose or maybe trying to get to the ropes. I rock you back, pull you to your knees, and elevate you into the air; hold you there on display for the crowd. Commentary table talking back and forth about the pain while you struggle. You're a big guy, I won't be able to hold you up for long, so I'll drop you to your knees." I focus on the 3rd image. "To make you look good, you escape here, bring our hand up and rake my eyes or something like that. When that happens and I release your chin, your chest will sling forward into the canvas. Play that pain up. My finisher is well known, commentary will talk up how you escaped it and make you sound good. With you acting stunned, I'll then apply another submission and go for the finish; a Rear Naked Choke. I hold you there for a minute, and we play it off as you going out in my arms. No tap out, look real tough getting choked."

Another drink of water. "We can make you look dominant too during this in another way too. Mid way through the match, we can have you strip me if you want. Need to sell that back and forth, and I don't mind being nude for the crowd. I figure if I look near beat when I finish you, that makes it look like I got lucky. What do you think about that Mike?" I hope I presented that well. I really do want you to look the best from this, and we still need to talk about that Full Nelson they are demanding...

Mike War Machine:
You keep talking and I try to let you, since I really want to know what plans you would have for this. "Man you are well prepared.." is the only thing I mumble out loud. My eyes open wide as I see the pictures appearing on your scream. They look like big solid men indeed in that vicious hold. Damn could he do that? Then you start to describe the moves so well, it's like I can actually feel it already in my body and my muscles. "This is a dope move..", I give you a genuine compliment. I didn't see you as that good of a wrestler and I wonder why you didn't get more status with a brain like this. Actually makes me feel dumb for a second. Then you speak the words, rear naked choke. I want to add "no tap out, I never tap", but you already speak them out for me. I imagine the view of me in your hold there, somehow it actually looks realistic in my head. Only if you can wear me out enough. "I want to show off my power, like using powerbombs.” I have waited until you ask me for my opinion.

"Can you handle that man?" I speak calmly, realizing I could actually do a good show with you. At least as your skills are as well as your words. "And yes we should do lot's of thrash talk and humiliation. That's something they always get when The War Machine appears''. I'm still leaning back, my fingers tapping randomly on the table. "I like that finisher of yours. I'm glad it's not some pathetic submission move you had in mind. I never tap so you better bring out your best brutal moves." I grin again, then realize I'm probably acting all cocky again. "So what else do we need to discuss? Or that's it?"

Madison Jones:
Your compliments bring a smile to my face, I feel like we are really connecting here now that we are getting into the nitty gritty. You then ask if there is anything else to discuss, and I know it's time to talk about the Full Nelson. "Mike, management is dictating that towards the end before I flip things and win, you need to apply a Full Nelson to me. Thing is, I think they are ordering that on purpose to really make me suffer." I wave to the handsome barkeep to bring me another beer, some red in my face making me look like I need it. "Mike, they know I was... that I was raped in that move before. They really want me to struggle in your grip, and even now, that move triggers some PTSD shit with me."

I pop off the lid of the bottle with my fingers, "When you lift me off the canvas, I'm probably going to freak out especially if you have a raging hardon under your trunks. In order to escape, I'm going to have to swing my leg forward, and then back between your thighs... low blow. You drop me, and then I use that to DDT you hard. That's when I go for the Romero Special." I take another drink. "Do you understand, when you apply that move, I'll try to stay focused. I might need your help to sell it though; you're not the only one they are trying to hurt here with this match, and they want to showcase my weakness with this move publicly." I take another long drink.

Mike War Machine:
When I notice you get nervous about something you want to say, I come back forward leaning on the table and play with my glass. I grin a bit as you talk about the full nelson I have to apply on you, I just know mine is very solid and a real punisher so at least I can show something there. I take another sip as it takes pretty long for you to come up with it. Then suddenly I hear the word 'rape' and I cough hard, almost choked in my drink. "Rape? Like really.. raped??" I'm confused and not sure if you are just exaggerating or what I need to think of this. But you continue like you have been doing all the time, going over the moves and plans for us and I let you finish. When you are done I realize there is a silence, I don't really know what to say and as usual, it all comes out so chaotic.

"Dude you got raped in a match?" I use my hands now to make a statement that I'm really not ok with that and I continue "They know this and still they want to do this to you? That's fuckin sick! Fuckin assholes!" My voice raises, I know I have to calm down some. "We won't be doing this move man. Let's just get to the part where you put me out then.." I look into your eyes. This is about a wrestling match, maybe about careers if you want to see it like that but for a moment I feel really connected to you and in your eyes I can see this brings back awful things already.

Madison Jones:
I hear you objection to the move, and you ask if I was really raped in it. I simply nod, "It's not something I want to talk about." I take another drink. "I think they are also using it to test me, to see how well I can take the move Mike. It is a common move afterall, and in this business, it is sometimes used when fucking people. I'm guilty of that myself, it was my dad's finisher, and I used it for a bit before adapting the Romero Special." Another long drink of the beer. "If you don't want to use it on me, I respect that, appreciate it even. If you do us it, I won't hold it against you." With that stated and laid bare, I tell you that I am in a way, guilty of doing to others what was once done to me in a heinous act. My somber expression shows that I dread the hold, but that I've already accepted this as something that will happen to me in our match.

I can see it really bothers you since you don't want to talk about it that much. It must be very deep, I can just see it in your eyes and the way you keep acting nervous about it. And overall it makes sense. This business is fuckin tough. They can't deal with everyone's fears, needs, wishes. Some I'm about to lose, which I don't like. You need to be in moves that terrify you. That's the way they control us. Play us. You start to talk about your dad and I can see you are proud of him, given the smile that made place for that nervous look. "I'm afraid we'll have to use it man. It's in our contract, do what they ask us for." I let out another sigh and notice myself staring at the ceiling while thinking deeply. "Maybe they just want you to overcome that big fear and PTSD?" I look back at you. "It's all show man, I'm a great actor" I grin as I laugh with my own jokes. "I won't hurt you that much" I just keep laughing, trying to keep the fun in this.. "It will be okay"

Madison Jones:
I smile back with your laughter as it seems we are getting along. I'm worried about that part of the match when we get there. I've had some people apply it to me since the incident, and each time it went poorly. Mike is huge... still like he said, this is something we have to do, and to be fair like I said, Full is just a normal move I happened to have been violated in. I close my eyes and nod when you say 'I won't hurt you that much... it will be okay.'

"Alright Mike, I think we hit all the big points. I think I'm going to start up a work out now, got to stay in shape right?" I crack another smile as I rise up and move over to the punching bag. It might seem odd for a bar to have one of those, but this place isn't normal, so what can I say? "I'll see you in a couple days Mike, thanks for coming by." With that, I start hopping around on my feet getting ready to start my taekwondo workout.

Mike War Machine:
Somewhere inside I'm glad I got to meet my opponent for the match. It's good to learn more about the backgrounds and other intentions. I nod enthusiastically as you talk about it's time for workout and though I just had mine, I'm planning to do some more cardio today. I rise when you do and offer you a fist bump when I'm about to head out as well. "train well dude, don't disappoint me" and I leave with a grin and confident mood. I will show them how much of a pro I am. I leave a 20 on the table and wink at him, then I head back to my car.

Madison Jones:

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I return the fist bump and then start up my usual kicking regiment. I hope this is going to be okay... I hope I’m going to be okay with this. I'm sure Mike's career can take a loss like this, if anything it makes him look more realistic, especially after going through how we plan to sell this. I just hope that nothing goes off the rails once this is in motion. No matter what happens... no matter how much I might freak out... we have to sell this.

The Author:
A couple days pass and both Mike and Madison get ready for the match best they know how. The location is in Los Angeles with a large crowd, the city of angels having a huge IPW arena setup. The organization put both of them up in good hotels sparing little expense as the management is expected to make a lot of money off the match, and possibly launch an entire storyline based around these events. Once both competitors have had a day to rest from their travels, the night of the event is ready to start. With 6 performances on the match card, Mike and Madison are the main event adding more to the pressure. The bookies are all bidding high odds on Mike winning. The two competitors see each other in the locker room before being called out.

Madison Jones:
I sit in the locker room naked, finding it hard to believe how far they are going with this. It might seem like a little thing, but the fact they are sending me out first in front of Mike is a clear sign to the crowd that I'm going to get walloped. The whole "Look at this little cocky shit thinking he's tough" then the big guy comes out and destroys him. That's what they want the crowd to think, so when I turn this around, it will be a huge upset. I see Mike come into the locker room, and I give a casual wave, not really caring for modesty. My trunks and boots are right next to me, and I stand up to slip the trunks on followed by lacing up the boots. I don't talk much, "Good to see you Mike."

Mike War Machine:
A few days have passed and I have been focussing on preparing my body for this event. I gained some more mass muscle, but also managed to stay cut and lean. It's hard to believe what's going to happen tonight. It's even harder to believe that I actually will go along with this. Somehow I'm already proud of myself. About how I've found it in myself to put my own needs and desires away for the bigger thing. I head into the locker room and see you there already. I can't help it but the view of you and how you greet me annoys me somehow. The thought that you, this guy, will be victorious over me later tonight.. It gets me pissed. I'm struggling to put these thoughts aside and bring back the professional inside of me. I begin to put on my trunks and boots on as well and also shortly reply "you too man"..

Madison Jones:
Seeing you come and the look you give me has me worried. I know I'm not the biggest guy out there, and I don't have some crazy high win record, but still... I know what I'm doing in the ring. Maybe by the end of the day, rigged matches aside, you will at least respect that I know how to toss guys like you around and bend you up like a pretzel. Seems like you're not in much of a talking mood, and fortunately the stage hand is quick to motion me out. "See you in the ring." I say as I head out, my theme music starts to play.

Announcer: The following is a Submission Match with stakes. First the challenger, standing 5'10" and weighing in at 198 lbs. He is a rising start and fan favorite! Madison Jones!

Madison’s Intro

Madison Jones:
An English Cover of the song Alumina starts playing. I make my way to the ring with a spotlight following me, waving and cheering to the crowd. They cheer for me, many of them knowing who is coming out next. I play it up, acting tough and hopping around. Slide into the ring and throw some shadow punches and kicks, finally climb a turnbuckle and beat my chest with my right fist.

I finally hop down and sink into my corner looking over at the entrance, waiting for Mike to come out next.

Mike War Machine:
I'm not comfortable in the locker room. I never am before a match. It gives me too much time to think and I always want to start as quickly as possible. Then they call you out and I'm glad I have so much time alone there. I close my eyes and try to focus, though the noise in the arena still reaches me and is insane. Damn you must be making an entrance there. I control my gear for the last time before they call me out to go. I let out a final roar in the locker room, get my body all pumped and ready.

Announcer: And his opponent, standing at 5'10 and weighing in at 242 lbs. Mike the WAR MACHINE!
Mike War Machine:
I hear it all in the background as I try to keep the focus on myself. Almost automatically I make my entrance and strut over the stage towards the ring. Fireworks pop out the floor, several hands try to touch me but I just keep heading forward. My look focussed on the ring where I can already see you in the corner there

War Machine’s Music

My song starts playing, I can feel the beats pumping all around the arena. The lights now fully on me as I slide through the ropes and get on the opposite corner where you are. Jump on the ropes high, raise my arms and fists in the air and absorb the cheers of my fans. I let it all sink in, take my time for this. Then I get back down, wait in the corner as the ref checks out my gear and I loosen up my muscles, throwing fake punches in the air. I'm ready for war..

Madison Jones:
The way the crowd shifts to your favor when your music hits is startling. I thought the response to me coming out was good, better than usual in fact. As you make your way to the ring though, I can see this crowd wants you to obliterate me, and that's before I see just how jacked up you are. I'd be scared if I didn't know this was going to end, but I sell it. Big eyes looking you over, shaking my head slightly as I come center ring as the ref calls us together and talks his normal stuff about a clean fight and rules. I hold out my hands, wiggle my fingers, and offer a standard lockup with the Collar and Elbow. The heel announcer scoffs and says I'm crazy, while the face announcer tries to defend my actions. I look you in the eye and nod expecting you to lock up with me.

Mike War Machine:
The support from the crowd gives me a massive energy boost. I shake out my head as the thought pops in that in some way I'll have to disappoint them. I can see in your eyes that you are doing your best to hide some intimidation, I keep my poker face on as I look my eyes on yours. The announcer takes the attention as he calls you crazy and I have to hide a laugh as I hear it, but I bring back focus to us in the ring right away. The bells rings and you invite me to come to me to lock up and I strut forward, reach out for you. We look up and I start to press you down some right away, showing off the power I have in me as I wait for you to react

Madison Jones:
Your strength is impressive, and while this is a rigged match, I plan to show you that your muscles are not the end all to wrestling. You didn't know what Aikido was in the bar, I plan to show you, and maybe even teach a little respect to you for lighter guys like me. You push down into me and I resist, gritting my teeth to put on a show, but clearly losing the test of strength. I attack, bringing a knee into your gut, watching your face as you feel the pain, and then I fall backwards, rolling on my back as I do. I bring my boot up into your gut, right where I kneed you, and let that downward force you applying to me take over. I kick you over my shoulder with a Monkey Flip, a moderate portion of the crowd suddenly cheering as I hear the Face Announcer praise my action.

As impressive as that feat is, I'm not done. I bring my knees to my chest and kick up to standing with a standard kip-up, that moderate size of the crowd cheering for me growing in size. I turn to face you, seeing how you took that fall, hands up defensive. Let's see how Mike reacts.

Mike War Machine:
I feel I'm pressing you down right away, just as expected. But I know something is coming, since we agreed you have to show off from the beginning. And there you come, even though I can see your knee coming, I react too late. Right after, you are already down and send me another kick to my gut. I can't hide a grimace of pain on my face. I still attend to come at you, yet you are not yet and come up with that monkey kick. After all those impacts, I fall backwards on my back and stay down for a moment. I did not expect you to be so damn fast and skilled. I hear how the crowd begins to cheer for your moves. I begin to move myself up, first to my knee, then back to my feet. I see how you easily flip up and we are back on our feet again. I don't show any pain or reactions as I begin to circle you again. Then I begin running back at you at full speed, my shoulder lowered, aiming to slam my shoulder deep into your gut now

Madison Jones:
I see you charging at me like a bull, my hands defensive, I begin backing toward the corner behind me getting ready for the attack. When you get in reach I do my move, a big counter that leaves the crowd cheering and few of your fans wincing. I step to the side and grab you by your shoulder, right hand grabbing the back of your trunks. I use all that momentum you have built up against you as I fling you shoulder first into the steel post. It makes a sickening sound as your flesh hits it, and I hear the commenters praising my move, the Face Commenter calling me a Matador. I step away from you with an elevated heart rate, knowing that if my timing on that had been off, you might have ripped me in two.

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Mike War Machine:
I'm at full speed and I hear the crowd cheering all around me, knowing my power is extremely huge and will definitely leave a mark there. I don't notice anything at you and just keep running, until you suddenly step to the side and feel how you hold my trunks. I see the ring post appearing in my vision as my eyes shoot open wide. I try to reduce speed but you even keep me running and in just a moment.. BOOOOMMMM my ears ring as my body burns all over after this brutal impact. I hear how the crowd is all shocked, just as the commenters. I fall to my knees, shoulders and arms still hanging over the ropes. I reach for my shoulder as it already hurts all over. I start to lean back slowly, still holding my shoulder, grit teeth.. I think you already showed them what you are capable of, now let's get to business. I move back to my feet, still in the corner. I begin to walk at you, then speed up again, let go of my arm and begin to send a combo of fast punches and kicks into your body.

Madison Jones:
As painful as that was for you, as great of a reaction as it was from the crowd, I'm standing there wincing from what I just did to you. I'm not a brutal person normally, and while you aren't the first person I've done that too, each time I have I've felt bad afterwards. When you come out of that corner, faster than I'm used to, you see a look of surprise on my face; I'm not used to such durable people. I should have known you could take it, I've seen your matches with Superboy and you two put each other through Hell.

Madison Jones:
Coming in with the flurry of fast punches and kicks, I take them. Head to the side from a punch, wincing from a kick, grunting from another punch. You get three in, but I’m not a helpless bag of flesh to beat on. When you go for the next kick, I grab it and demonstrate some more of my martial arts, gripping my hands behind the knee. I carry the momentum of it as I fall to my side, turning you sideways as I do, and try to take you down with a Dragon Screw.

Mike War Machine:
I'm not planning to make this look like a squash match, since I can sense the crowd is already very entertained from the beginning. You are much better than I expected, for that I guess it won't be a problem for me to slow down. You have countered every move yet, so why would I act less powerful? You already bring out the best in me and I like you for that. My kicks are fast and heavy, but I focus more on me than on you for the moment so don't really know how well they are delivered. After a few solid ones, I feel your hands on my knee and the move is almost completely blocked. I feel myself hopping on one leg, just for a second as you use all your weight to toss me over and I prepare for a fall and I land hard but controlled on my back. I roll back to my knees right away, still sitting on the other one, leaning against the ropes. I stay down, take time to absorb the sensations about what's happening here. Look up at you, cold look as the cheers of the crowd are crazy already

Madison Jones:
I look over to see you down, then I rise up. I'm sure you are thinking similar things to me, this can't be a squash. As it is, it might already look fishy to some that I'm doing so well. I need to play to your strengths now, so you can lay some pain on me, and those big muscles are the key. I'm a technical wrestler, so I'll apply a hold you can reverse and show your power with, but first the crowd.

I hold my hands up in the air, them cheering as it looks like David is taking down Goliath. I hop around on my feet and throw a couple shadow punches, making it look like I'm getting cocky. The Heel Commentator talking about how I'm letting it go to my head. I move towards you now thinking about what to start applying. I grab your arm looking at you in the face, pull your right arm up to my chest as I drop down on you, legs over your chest performing a Cross Armbar. Crowd goes crazy, at least my fans do, but I'm pretty sure everyone knows this isn't the end. Face Commenter starts hollering about how I'm trying to break that arm. These two really earn their paycheck. Anyhow I don't apply a lot of pressure to it, knowing you can sell the pain plenty. Surely you know the counter, but I'll see how you go about punishing me for this move.

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Mike War Machine:
I'm still on my knees, trying to control my breathing and slow it down. You begin to act cocky and somehow, I think you should since it really fits this act. The crowd begins to cheer for you a lot as you do, since they seem to one an even match again after a lot of one-sided wins from me earlier. You come over and I pretend to struggle some, though your skills are remarkable and are very well applied. Eventually I'm down on my back and you begin to stretch my back. I can feel my power could resist it, but I keep telling myself I have to let you continue. My head is facing away from you for a moment and I notice several cameras zooming in on me. I begin to scream and shout, acting like I'm in huge pain in this move and you really try to break my arm. I even desperately kick my legs up and down, shifting my body from side to side. But then I begin to pull my arm back in, out from your stretch very very slowly. I want the crowd to witness this very well.

I'm rolling to my side, facing you now. My arm almost fully bent back towards me, ready to lock on your leg. I begin to slide my legs under me and move to my knees, turning us over. I let you keep the hold, while I scoop my free arm under your leg as well, higher up behind your ass and back. I grit my teeth, this actually forces me to use all the power I have. Then in a quick move I push myself to my feet, hold your body for a little longer and let us crash down hard, make sure your back takes a lot of the impact. I drop you, roll away to the ropes and jump up. Holding my shoulder for a moment to show you actually hurt it some with that armbar, but switch to a massive most muscular flex while roaring out loud. Show you and the crowd that the beast is out now.

Madison Jones:
I do a good job of selling this. I see you shifting, I think I know what you are planning. When I feel your hand on my ass, I know what is coming as big guys like have done this to me before... and it hurts. You start to lift me up and I put on a panicked face for the crowd. Both commentators are talking about it, yelling even. You then drop me down and I let out a holler as I arch my back in pain. Make it look worse than it actually was, lay there eye wide, arms spread. You get up and flex, roar to the crowd with your fan cheering for you; finally putting the little in his place. I wait till your back is turned, decide to up the ante so you can show more at my expense.

I bring my knees to my chest and kip-up again, this time there being some sweat on me to make my muscle glisten a little. Crowd starts making noise as I do. I play the sneaky role, inch up behind you, rise up to one foot, and throw a sidekick right into your back. I don't do it full force, but enough to hurt and get your attention. I drop my foot and put my hands up defensive again as I'm sure you will turn towards me in a moment. Let's see what you do to me next.

Mike War Machine:
Oh I have missed this feeling of being super strong, powerful and dominant. I use the time to take in the crowd's cheers and support, it's almost like it fuels me with more strength. I can see myself on the big screens, making me flex and show off even more. I know they expect me to do this, it's like part of my contract. After some time, I realize I lost focus on you. But I also think that it will give you time to recover and get back, and just as I'm about to turn to you, I feel a solid kick into my side. I reach for it and turn to face you. You get into a stance, it's like there's no sign of that previous impact on you anymore. The crowd loves how the "'smaller one'' keeps teasing the warrior. I get my arms in guard as well and begin to test your arms. Then I come in with a fast low sweep attempting to wipe your legs off the floor again

Madison Jones:
With both of us being defensive, we end up locking up again, your size dwarfing me like before. Last time I did a Monkey Flip, but it seems you are taking that into account this time around; plus... we want you to take me down some. I put on a show, gritting my teeth, the commenters talking about me fighting a losing battle. Then you sweep me, I fall to me back grunting, us only inches from each other's face as I hold my hands in yours trying to keep you from crushing me under your frame. I put on a show, bring my knee into your gut again, maybe a little harder than I intended. Looking you in the eye, I give you a subtle nod letting you know I'm ready.

Mike War Machine:
It's only normal for me, being bigger, that I'm the one pushing you down again. I begin the first attack this time and manage to get you down under me. I'm already pretty sweaty and so seem you. I hear you grunting and I follow your sounds, making it sound like a tough battle. You give me a very solid knee, pushes quite some air out of my lungs and distracts me. But I can see in your eyes that you are ready, giving me a sign. I roll myself to your side, grab your arm and hold it tight. I use the power to keep you close to me as I move myself around your back. I reach for your other arm and bend it backwards, just like the other. I press my knee into your back and bend your shoulders some to the center. Not that much, but I grunt more to show that it must be extremely powerful. I like to be here now, showing off my brutal strength as I shake you some from side to side. Let the crowd take a full view of the momentum.

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Madison Jones:
On the canvas like this, arms stretched back with my whole chest on display, I grit my teeth. It's got to look good, so nice even the "straight" guys in the crowd have to be getting hard off this. Ref gets in my face asking if I give. I shake my head left the right rapidly "Fuck NO!" I yell out. Your power really shows here, you in control, a bully making a smaller guy suffer... I'm getting aroused from you controlling me like this and it starts to show in my blue trunks.

Regardless, I need to turn this around. I start to lean my head back, upper back as well, over your kneecap; it hurts like hell. Doing so I get my hips up, and slide to the side off your knee while getting my knee up from under me. I pull real hard on my right arm and manage to get that arm free. Getting myself up to standing next to you, I bring it forward and slam my elbow back into your gut; use that pain to get my other arm free. Now I'm in a position to attack, and I need to do something powerful.

With my fans cheering from my escape, I cup your balls with my right hand, getting a feel for how hard you are so far from this match. Left hand comes up to your shoulder, I clench up, lowering my knees, and try to lift you. Your nearly 250 lbs frame is heavy, I'm not sure if I can do it with the strain I just put on my back, but I TRY to lift and body slam you... all while the Face commenter is going on about my incredible escape.

Mike War Machine:
I'm showing you off, but not sure where I would go now. Should I keep pushing? Getting more into the offensive? I notice too many thoughts in my head, normally it all just happens without thinking. It's your power force that gets me back to the action we are in, as you are already bridging up. I'm not pulling that arm that hard anymore, which gives you the chance to yank it free. I hear how the crowd and announcers are already stunned by your escape move. I try to get you back at me, but your elbow stuns me and gets me struggling for a moment. I'm confused by this, it's going fast and the things we agreed flash by in my head. Damn what's happening, I can't turn my thoughts off

But then, I feel how your hands cup for my balls. I look up, a bit shocked and not sure what you are planning to do, eyes open wide and looking at yours. You reach for my shoulders and then I begin to realize your plan. A power move! I have this feeling inside me to let you do this. Because, I just feel and think that you can. You are much better than I expected before and you sell the show so well. I push up a little on my toes, but have to admit you do most of the work as you begin to lift me and then throw me down pretty hard. I bounce off, reach for my back, as it actually hurts from the impact. My face shows more pain than it feels, and I can feel the crowd going completely nuts. I let this move sink in for them as I crawl to the corner and rest a moment in the turnbuckle. Looking for eye contact with you there..

Madison Jones:
Your pushing up on the toes is what makes this possible, especially after the working you gave my back with the surfboard. I lift you up, hand cradling your balls with my other on your shoulder. It's a fluid movement, take a step as I lift, move forward, and slam you hard in the center of the ring. Crowd is going nuts like you said. I look down, see you on the canvas under me, and I have to adjust my bulge as I'm panting from that feat of strength. Looking over your sweaty, and fuck, a muscle man like you looks so fucking hot. Maybe I get carried away with my lust as I drop down next to you, hand falling on your abs, fingers tucking into your waistband... I stop myself as you probably think I'm about to strip you. In any other match I would, but not what we agreed on; we want you to strip to make me so I look more weak when I beat you. How do I save this? Have to think fast.

Hand slides down over your manhood, cupping it, slight squeeze but not enough to hurt. I look around to the crowd, hold my other hand up, and make a jacking motion. They go crazy at the implication that I'm going to milk you for them. Even hear the Heel Commentator saying he can't believe it. I then reach down that jacking hand down and grab your closest hand, the right one, take my right hand off your dick and grab your left ankle. I sit back on the canvas, push my legs into your back, and apply a Grounded Bow and Arrow lock. I push your core out good to make you tense, but the pressure of the hold is weak, you can break free easily if you want, then I expect to be punished for being so handsy with you.

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Mike War Machine:
I notice from the corner your bulge is growing and you are really into this stuff now. As you come over, I have to tell myself not to squash you right away for rubbing down over my abs and waistband. But I trust you.. It's like you really are into your alpha zone as you show off that jacking motion. The cheers are getting so loud, while I use it to pretend I keep struggling after your previous attacks. Then finally you reach for me again and I know I have to play it with you. I'm forced on my side as you pull me back by one arm and leg. I wildly swing my other arm in the air, closed eyes, mouth open some as I force out some grunts. I realize this is what the crowd likes, shocking moments

But then I begin to pull back my arm hard, send you some stomp backwards with my free leg. I know this is pretty easy to escape and I begin to break free. I roll to my other side, and while you are still down on your knees I face you now and swing up a kick to hit your head with my boot to knock you off. I waste no time and move up, send a stomp between your shoulder blades to keep you down. Then I quickly put my foot on the back of your neck, keeping you pinned under me. I rub my hand over your bulging hot ass, sneak more in and grab your balls and cock from below. I begin to pull your whole package back while I make a cut motion over my throat to get the crowd on my side again. With a pure evil grin, I do it very slowly. I keep holding your balls as I use my other hand now to begin to lower your gear and expose that ass. The crowd is going out of their minds at this view

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Madison Jones:
The hit to my head topples me like you said with the ease in which you take control of me gets my cock hard. You pin me down as I struggle, feeling your hand slide to my cock and balls as you humiliate me. I can hear the crowd start to cheer for you, see pictures being taken of me like this. We both agreed I should get stripped to show you are a threat. Lowering my trunks and revealing my body to the crowd, I start to struggle, all while I hear that Heel Commenter start talking shit. Saying how I'm going to get fucked now, how I deserve this; it pisses me off. That's just the fire I need, so as you are sliding my trunks down, I begin to thrash. Hands to the side of my head, I start to push up, even with your boot on my neck. Maybe it is because you are slowly drawing your thumb across your neck like a man pretending to be a pirate, but I'm able to get you a little off balance as I'm in this submissive position. I'm no jobber, I fight back and fight hard.

You still have my hands over my manhood as I struggle, I know a squeeze will completely kill my momentum. I swing my right elbow back at your right leg, twist my body to the side, and let your foot on my neck slide off to the canvas. I can hear the Face Commenter praising my actions. Hands come forward and I start to try and crawl away from you, knowing with my trunks in your hand, you will just peel them off me. As I move, I hope, truly hope you release my manhood, because otherwise you really do have me locked helpless.

Published: 2022-02-12, viewed 68 times.