International Pro Wrestling

Previous Eugene vs Andy Matches:
Match 1, Match 2, Match 3, Match 4

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Eugene Scott:
Andy's been real eager to spend time with me in the ring lately, my boy too. This time though, it ain't going to be a friendly tumble in private. He's gone ahead and requested a special official IPW match, one that involves a bit of humiliation. It's a 3 of 5 submission match, stakes at the end. After your first loss, you get striped naked. Second loss is 5 minutes of humiliation. Third loss, whatever the winner wants. Andy here has only ever seen my gentle side in his losses, today I show the other side because I have a feeling that is what he wants.

Eugene Scott:
I sit around backstage now geared up in my blue trunks and boots. I see Andy in the other part of the room and give a friendly wave, don't talk though. Roar of the crowd hits as the previous match finishes up, and that stagehand gives me a wave letting me know I'm next. Rise on up and head to the door, wait for my music to start to make.

Announcer:
"The next match is the main event and scheduled for 3 out of 5 falls. The first competitor, from San Francisco California, standing at 5'11" and weighing in at 214 lbs. EEEEEUUUUGGGGEENE SCCCOOOTT!"

Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult

Eugene Scott:
The Song "Don't Fear the Reaper" starts to play as I make my way to the ring, a spotlight following me as I do. Fans cheer for me as my win record is impressive in this federation with rumors of me making a run for the championship in the future. Saunter on down to the ring and give friendly waves left and right. Once I'm there, I walk up them steel stairs and step in between the middle rope, climb a turnbuckle and hold up my left fist for the crowd to see, beat my right fist over my heart. Drop on down into my corner as the music fades, then turn my attention over to where Andy will be coming from.

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Andy Manager:
In my last private match with Eugene Scott, a very nice and respectful guy, which I call a friend of mine, I got my very first win against this hot and tough wrestler. For sure, it was not the total win of our match, but just the partial win of a single round. Eugene won that battle 2-1. And yet I felt a lot of confidence and some wind of change and asked Eugene for a big match with some stronger stakes. For bigger intensity in the heat of our fight, the winner would be allowed to punish and humiliate the loser, after each single round for a while. Sex Stakes in the end as usual. Whatever happens, we shouldn't take it too personally. This is all just about a good man-vs-man battle and a lot of fun.

Maybe I was a bit too overconfident, then Eugene agreed to that idea and suggested making it an event in the IPW arena infront a big crowd, with cameras showing each single drop of sweat on big screens. All friendship would be off the table for that spectacle. I got some serious look in my face, as he told me, IPW arena would be sold out with 5.000 people. I’ve never before wrestled in my wrestler’s career in front of such a huge audience and I got a bit nervous. Well, now I couldn’t pull back and agreed myself to that setting.

The day of the fight has come and I make my way in that big and impressive IPW arena, I've been in earlier for private sessions with Eugene. In the locker room I see him in the other part of the room preparing for the match, as he waves over to me. I wave back. He is called out first to the ring and I wait for being called in too. I get the sign and make my way out, as the speakers blast my entrance music... FINAL COUNTDOWN from EUROPE... an old song, my parents heard a lot, as I was young.

The atmosphere is stunning... so many people, phones flashing, lights and spotlights... loud music, my face on the big screens and in the ring... Eugene... this tough wrestler, that never goes down without a hard fight... that's a thing we have in common....

Announcer:
"AND NOW WELCOME WITH ME.... from Stuttgart in Germany... standing at impressive 6'5 and 222 lbs… AAAAAAANNNDDDYYYYY.... THE GEEEEERMAAAAAANNN WAARRIIIOOORRRR...

The Final Countdown by Europe

Andy Manager:
I strut down the aisle, waving at the people and step stairs to the ring in my red trunks and boots...

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I step through ropes and go over to my corner... hands on top ropes, scrolling Eugene's hot body up and down... focussing on that fight... with a smile of confidence...

Eugene Scott:
Ref calls us over to the center of the ring and starts going over the rules, my eyes focused on Andy's as we stand there. "At this point, it's all for the crowd, Andy. Nothing personal." I hold out my hand for a friendly shake.

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Andy Manager:
The ref calls us to the middle and I step out, come over and give Eugene that deep and intense handshake, that confirms our friendship outside the ring and our will to win that match in the ring... "May the better man win, Eugene...".

Eugene Scott:
Give you a nod as the bell right, then immediately go into a Collar and Elbow lock up.

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You are taller than me, bigger, and I hate to admit it, but have more experience by about 6-7 years. I've been able to take you down each time before though, and I expect the same outcome this time. I step forward into the Collar & Elbow and bring my knee into your gut hard, starting my assault on that core of your. I bring my knee back and try to do it again if I can.

Andy Manager:
As soon as our arms lock at each other's bodies, I feel that impressive strength of your 10 years younger body again... I lost in the nearer past more matches than usual and I notice, there is a younger generation of wrestlers uprising and with my 42 years I'm more at the end of my career... but with my height advantage, this should be a job to solve and I try to pull Eugene in a tight side headlock, as he... OUUUFFFFF... hits his knee in my gut... well, gentlemen behave in the wardrobe...

Now I'm forced to change my counter... I'd like to grab your leg and take you to your back, but our arms are still locked hard and so I decide for one of my signature moves... drop to my ass, pull you down with me, shoot my right boot in your gut and send you back and overhead with the MONKEY FLIP... I roll quickly to my fours and turn, looking where you are... and If I have the time, I would try to catch your right leg, going for a single Boston crab...

Eugene Scott:
You counter my aggression with a Monkey Flip, tossing me over your broad German shoulder to the cheers of the crowd. Maybe those cheers made you think I went flying across the ring with a big old splash, but mid air I adjusted, aiming my shoulder down, taking the impact to it, and rolling out to my feet. You know I have a bit of martial arts under my belt, rolling out of a monkey flip is second nature to me at this point. I stand up as I come out of my roll, see you looking to punish me with some hold probably looking surprised. I counter that surprise by taking a step forward, and trying to throw a boot into your gut hoping to double you over, keeping up my assault up on those abs of yours.

Andy Manager:
I turn around and expect Eugene on his back... "OUUUUUFFFFF..."... as your boot hits my gut and I double forward, fucking surprised and caught of guard... and this was not a soft push kick, but more of a soccer kick... that keeps me bent forward some seconds with arms wrapped around my gut, as I hear the people cheer and laugh about your fast and good reaction...

Eugene Scott:
You doubled over, I reach down and grab your hair, pull your head up letting you see the grin on my face. It's meaner than usual. Let go of your head and grab your arms and start to bend you backwards putting you into a Forced Bridge. Bring my knee up on your abs I've been working, and start using my weight and knee cap to grind into them. You know move, let's see if you've come up with a counter for it since our last match.

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Andy Manager:
Eugene helps me up, pulling me upwards by my hairs and I see a grin in his face, I've not seen often before. But before I'm recovered completely from that boot to my abs and still gasping, you force me in a bridge, I've suffered already in our last private match with your knee drilling in my sore abs... I remember the pain of that knee to the abs and wont stay in this, but drop to my back voluntarily, hands and fingers still intertwined and then I wrap both my legs around your left leg and rock to the left, trying to make you drop on your right knee, with your left leg scissored between my legs... If I could manage to bring you to your chest... my move would be as successful, as I wanted...

Eugene Scott:
You play it smart this time, don't try to fight the bridge but instead collapse it on your terms, choosing to accept my knee and weight coming down on your gut. Your legs wrap around my left thigh and cause me to come down to my knee, flip me over on my back, hands still locked up, me looking in your eyes like we lovers in front of this crowd. "Good counter." I slide my arms out wide, the act spreading your chest and lowering your head, then Head Butt you.

Andy Manager:
My move worked, getting Eugene down to the mat, but not the way I've wanted... wanted to get him on his chest, but with our hands still locked he drops to his back and I lean in with a smile, sucking in some satisfy of having him down on his back, as he shoots his head upward for a head butt... but with our hands still locked and pushing against each other I push up and avoid the hard impact of your head... just feeling your hairs jabbing my face some... "Calm down, Eugene... you will get used to it, to lose to me again..."... and with my better position on top and all my height and weight... I struggle with my stronger right arm against your left hand and try to bring your left arm around your throat and behind your neck, making you choke a bit with your own arm... my bulge throbs some by that feeling of being pressed against your strong thigh...

Eugene Scott:
You avoid my headbutt, grunt of frustration. Now you aim to choke me with my own arm while the crowd is cheering for your dominant position. Using your right arm to hold my left around my neck, your attention is drawn away from my dominant right arm. I plant my free boot flat on the canvas, swing to the right some onto my right shoulder, then using that right arm, I FLIP us over by swinging to the left. Our position is reversed with me over top, my left hand still over my neck. Don't think you can avoid it now, I go to headbutt you under me, do it once, then again if I have to until your arms loosen up on me.

Andy Manager:
I enjoy snaking Eugene's left arm around his throat and neck, forcing him to choke himself by his own arm, but doing this you swing to your right and then with a sharp turn to the left... and since my legs are scissored around your left leg... I have no chance to spread my legs and keep balance, as you roll us and reverse positions... "Aaaawwghhh..."... I'm rolled to my back with you on top now... your left arm still around your neck, but it doesn't prevents you to.... "Aaaarrrrgghhh..."... slam your head in my face and headbutt me... immediately I let go your arms by the need of saving my face from more headbutts and blocking your head or arms... FUUUCCKKK... that's not the position I've asked for and I hear your fans hollering out loud as I try to get my legs free and push up for a hard bridge to the side, to get you off...

Eugene Scott:
Oh no you don't Andy, you wanted to play with a heavy grappler like me on mat, and I ain't letting you off the hook that easily. Headbutt connects forehead to forehead, grimace of pain showing on my face from the recoil. You loosen up on me, try to abandon the hold hoping to thrust me off you to your side. That's when my hands grab hold of your right leg, me taking a turn at wrapping up your leg, and apply an Achilles Tendon Lock to it. Crowd cheers as they see me apply it knowing that is how I break people down. Worth noting there is a glimmer of sweat showing on my chest from these lights, the Face Commentator going on about how I'm a Technical Wizard or some nonsense.

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Andy Manager:
And then it comes, what I was fearing about... Eugene takes advantage of that top position and when I try to toss him off, he goes with the flow and grabs my right leg, now going for a leg scissor by his own, locking my long leg tightly and twisting the foot in a way, it sends waves of pain through my ankle and leg... "Aaaaaarrrgghh..."... I bob up and down fighting that pain in my legs and just happy, that my professional wrestling boot absorbs a lot of that painful hold... but Eugene is far away and only thing I can do, is grabbing his left foot with my hands by heel and toes and answer with a sharp and ruthless foot and ankle twist... with the hope, we would let got that hold as a draw...

Eugene Scott:
Andy's playing smart today. Your twist of my ankle catches my attention alright, you realize that for every twist and attempt to cripple your leg in this hold I do, you can equally work on my ankle. I slam my fingers into the back of your knee joint, sliding it up under the padding when I do, figure that ought to give you a nasty jolt of pain. When I see that pain on your face, I pull my legs from you and roll to my side two rotations, start to pull myself up to my knees with my hands up defensive as I do, watching you closely.

Andy Manager:
"AAAAWWWGHH..."... I shout out, as your fingers give me some nice pain to the back of my knee... Eugene must be pissed about his moves not working today and you release the Achilles Tendon Lock, like I let go of your legs... we roll in opposite sides really laid out and suffered some nice pain by the hands of the other... and coming back to my fours, I see you on your knees... far away... "Good moves, man...", I hiss out at you and start to stand up, cupping the back of my right leg and checking how well it works...

Eugene Scott:
I go ahead and rise up to standing, come your way, and reach down to grab your head to pull you up to standing. Don't much care how well your leg is working. I then go to Irish whip you into a corner with as much force as I can muster, go charging to the ropes next to it. I bounce off them ropes, as you recoil from the corner, and attempt to Bull Dog you to the canvas.

Andy Manager:
We are still in round one of this best three of five and the fight takes already some good energy from our bodies... I feel the sweat on my skin as you pull me up and... "Aaaaaawwhhh...."... irish whip me full force into one of the corners... my back collides painfully with the buckles and sends me back, as you come across with a bounce of the ropes and then ... "Aaaagghhhh..."... you grab my head and with a jump, that could be called a flight... you take me down to the mat face first with a BullDog... THUUUDDDDDDD.... my face sinks deep and painful in mat and my body bounces up and over to my back... I cup my face with both hands... gasping... and as I look through my fingers... I see my taken down body spread eagled on the big TV screens, while those 5.000 people in the arena go nuts....

Eugene Scott:
They sure do there partner, and it is about to get worse for you. Sitting next to you, I decide to make you real photogenic and slip my arms under your long German ones, pull them up high as I slide onto your backside, my hardening cock sliding up right where it belongs... against your ass. Turn to the left, then the right real quick, FLIP us over into a Grounded Full Nelson. Bring my legs up as I constrict and start humping your body as you are put on full display for those ULTRA HD Cameras; full 8k resolution. Looks a little something like this.

Andy Manager:
Feeling my body sore and battered on the mat after that very good move of Eugene, he takes control of my limp body... I twist and shake some, but it doesn't prevent him from taking me in a tight hold with my arms stretched out like dead trees over my head in a full nelson wrestling hold your hands in my neck, as your strong legs constrict my body and stretch it out... I'm on full display on all those big TV screens... I'm forced to watch that good hold and I'm helplessly locked in, as the cameras zoom in from each angle... showing my chest heaving... My abs are shaking... my wide open mouth screaming... and 5.000 people cheering for their local champ... Fuck... this will not end good for me....

Eugene Scott:
"Come on Andy, it's just one fall." I whisper it in your ear, the smell of my breath wafting over your nose as I breath hard. "Give up. Yell it for me." I thrust a couple more times, the fabric of our trunks barely keeping my manhood at bay. Ref down on his knees next to you, he asks if you submit.

Andy Manager:
That feeling of your dick thrusting against my ass makes that hold more shameful for me and I feel my heart racing by the thought, that big 9 incher could go for my tight hole later in that event... as you whisper in my ear, seducing me to give up... I'm still shaking but I don't have the power right now, to go for something dangerous or successful against you and so I decide to save my power for the next round, going there for my win... the ref comes down on his knees and asks me, if I submit... "I submit... yes... I submit..."... I say not too loud... and as the ref sends his hand with a fast motion to the right, giving the sign for the surrender... the people in the arena burst out in shouts....

Eugene Scott:
You start to submit, start to give the signal, the Ref Acknowledges it. I am grinning ear to ear now, give you two more thrusts as a sign of affection followed by a kiss on your cheek, then I slide you off me. Get to my knees and you can. I'm breathing heavily, that all didn't come cheap, but I love seeing that glisten of your body as you lay there spread. Crowd is cheering as they know what is next, so I reach down and remove your right knee pad... unlace your boot, and peel the fucker off. Reach over and do the same with your left leg as you lay there, camera recording the whole thing. Then the moment of truth, in front of the largest audience you've ever wrestled before, I grip my fingers into those red trunks, and peel them down off your waist... down your thighs... and off your legs. Toss them over to my corner, this time, they are a keeper.

Andy Manager:
What comes next looks like the show in a stripper party, as Eugene starts to strip me off, really slow and obviously enjoying it very much... he takes my gear off, piece by piece, really making it a sensation for the audience... the people raise their hands with their phones, trying to get a good angle to take pictures or videos from my body getting stripped naked and they like for sure, what they see, such a tall trained german body... a male body with hairy legs and some nice hairs around the pubes and balls... as Eugene collects my gear in his corner, the cameras showing each part of my nude body... FUUCCKKK... my head turns a bit red and I feel myself fucking disarmed against this wrestler, who stands still in his blue trunks, pads and boots...

Eugene Scott:
Before I get up to standing, I do one more thing. Reach my hand down around your cock, crowd cheering like crazy. I give it a few strokes looking straight in your eyes. I want to make sure you have a fucking rock hard boner for the remainder of the match, and you damn well know I plan to put it on display. Lean close to your face and whisper. "Next I submit you, I'm gonna make you cum." Big smile as I put my left hand on your chest and PUSH myself up, my breathing having calmed down some while I get up to standing, hands up defensive as we begin the Second Round.

Andy Manager:
While I'm still a bit off power, my dick gets up rock hard and proud, as you lock your fingers around it and with your perfect strokes you build up a big erection with my dick pumped and filled with blood, swollen up to full 7 inch of length as I gasp a lot, while the cameras show off that horny german challenger... the people go nuts and clap their hands on their thighs, watching that naked German with his hardon standing straight away his body... I'm feeling pissed about that and stand up in a fight stance, as the referee calls us for round two... already now? ... there was not plenty of time to recharge the batteries and I wipe my left forearm across my forehead to wipe some sweat of it, as I move in wrestler stance, hands up... and I know, I have to be much better prepared this time and I need to make this wrestler beg in a few, as long my power is sufficient...

Eugene Scott:
Grinning, already planning a course of attack. My fingers wiggle as I circle with you, eyes... occasionally distracted by your hard cock. I start to move in like I want to lock up, but its a trick. Instead lower my stance and try to wrap my arms around your waist, your cock pressing against my chest. If I succeed, I then go to lift your 227 lbs frame up grunting as I do, and rush at the corner aiming to bash your back into the turnbuckle.

Andy Manager:
The thought of going in a full length of a rough five minutes humiliation after a second fall encourages me to fight hard but at the same time, this thought distracts me from being prepared for what comes next... "Ooouuffff....", as your hand go up, but then come down around my waist and... "Wooooofff...."... with some impressive strength you lift my slightly heavier body up, while my hands reach for your arms to pull them away, but... "Aaaarrrwwgghh..."... suddenly my back collides hard with the turnbuckle and my head shoots up... seeing Eugene drilling me in the corner on the big screen...

Eugene Scott:
It's time to soften up that core of yours, the real target of this assault. Make sure your arms are over the top rope, I then lean down, grabbing the middle ropes on both sides of your hips. I pull my shoulder back and RAM it into your gut, your cock grazing shoulder as I do. I pull back again, and try to land the second one as you are seemingly helpless in the corner, crowd wincing in pain. Can't help but to hear them Commentators talking about how I'm being extra mean today.

Andy Manager:
Leaning battered against the corner with arms over top ropes, you grab middle ropes on both sides and... "AAAAANNGHH...".. ram your shoulder in my gut, that make me puff out a lot and spit some... by the pain to my gut and the sting to my grazed cock... FUCK... don't know if it is a reflex or kind of an accident, but then my right knee comes up, as you go for a next spear to the gut, and even I didn't wanted this, it looks like your face could collide with my knee...

Eugene Scott:
I rear back and play up the pain, hand comes up to my face acting like you just knocked out a tooth. Crowd responds well to that, me shaking my head as I stagger back to the center ring. I then come rushing at you aiming to slam a clothesline to you across your chest in the corner.

Andy Manager:
Shit happened and Eugene got my knee in the face that sends him reeling back... I'm feeling sorry about that, cause it was not by intention to hurt you like this... but since I see it worked... and I need to tame Eugene now very fast, or I'm done and delivered for ever... I push out of the corner... and see you coming at me again with your right arm stretched out for a clothesline.. I raise my right foot up very high, using that advantage of my height and long legs and go for a high kick to the left side of your head... and If I'd met your head, could you keep on distance or bring you down to the mat...

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Eugene Scott:
I come rushing in letting my anger get to the better of me, and now I pay the price as you slam your bare foot into the side of my head making me eat all that momentum I was generating. I fall to my side with a roar, the sound of my head snapping to the side, crow letting out a wince as I topple over. Head turns back toward you Andy with growl, genuine anger now as I glance at you with much sternness. I roll to a half rotation away from you on my back, bring my knees up, and Kip-UP to standing. Hands coming up defensive looking to counter some grapples if you try any.

Andy Manager:
"YEEESSS....!!!!", and it worked... my bare foot connects with Eugene's head and now it's the local champ, showed off an all screens, falling to his side... my face lightens up, but then... FUUCCKKK... you roll away from me and bringing up your knees... "Wooofff...", you come up with your signature Kip-Up to standing as would be happened nothing... I take a deep breath impressed by your still left over power, which you need for such a difficult Kip-Up and your fans cheer you on loud again...

Andy Manager:
Now I am forced to go for a quick attack by myself, before I'm taken in a next submission hold by that tough wrestler and while you got your footage back and hands up in a defensive position... I rush and dive forward, going for your legs by the knees to tackle you down in a quick takedown ... looking forward to wrapping my arms around both your legs and then turning you over to your chest, with your legs locked up in my arms...

Eugene Scott:
You come in and try and grapple my legs, and as you do, you see that I am completely ready for you like I said. You come in for that tackle, that quick take down, and as you do my hands come to cushion the blow by gripping your shoulders. Fingers slide over the back of your arms, tips sinking into your armpits, and then I thrust your head right between my thighs. You know you're in deep shit now as I lock you up well, your ass cheeks spread for the audience to see if only so briefly. I bend over your backside now, hands clasp around your sore midsection, and I lift you into that Iconic position with your cock in my face.

Pull my head back, take your cock in my mouth a little, hope to disarm any blowback you might try to do to me. Bob twice on it giving you some pleasure, then I slam your back down onto the canvas. My counter triggered, I look down at your breathing heavy, your 227 lbs frame not easy for me to lift like that, but sure a hell rewarding.

Andy Manager:
It's a long way with my tall body to dive down to your knees and while I'm out doing that... FUUCCKKK... I run in my own downfall, as you catch me by my shoulders and lead my head between your strong thighs... "GGNNGGHH..." ... bent down forward my eyes watching the back of your strong muscular legs and calves... I feel your arms coming around my waist and suddenly ring, people and ceiling spin around as I'm taken up and over hauled up with legs over your shoulders... and my full erected dick slaps against your mouth... as you suddenly pull your head back and... "Aaaaaawwghh..."... I shudder in excitement... suck my dick and give me some feelings, which distract me completely... as your tongue swirls around my cockhead... and while I'm sweating like hell... you slam my body.... WHAAAAAAAAMMMMM... with a jumped of powerbomb down to the mat... ring shakes and ring ropes tremble, as my 227 lbs hit the mat and I bounce off the mat and over to my side, rubbing that sore spot of my back… as I see the people standing on their feet... taking pictures with their phones... flashes all over the audience...

Eugene Scott:
Hands on my knees, chest rising and falling, taking in breath, me sweating something fierce, I look you in the eyes and lick my lips. Your body is naked and sweaty for sure, your cock glistening from my saliva on it. Shake my head side to side a moment later, me on the lookout for any quick punches or kicks. I reach for your head and go to Drag you up to your feet, right hand coming now to cup your balls as I set you up, and try to Power Slam you to the canvas again.

Andy Manager:
I slam my fist into the canvas with frustration... so much upset about my mistake to run in such a counter and also to fight the pain in my back... as you grab my head and drag me up to my feet, then I feel your hand coming for my... "Oooouuuhhhh...." ... balls as you grab me by the head and the balls... I'm standing tip toes by that feeling of your hands on my nude balls... but this allows you to get a good angle to lift me up... I kick legs and try to make my body heavier than I am... trying to fight your attempt to lift me up again... your fans cheer... you should be too exhausted for now... but you lift me... my full body weight in your hold... I shake as hard as possible... with a serious look of scare in my face... shown in the biggest resolution on all screens...

Eugene Scott:
You are trying to get free, shaking in my grip, and hoping to take advantage of my fatigue. I wouldn't have started this move if I thought I couldn't lift you. I could probably finish the body slam, but we have a show and crowd to think about. As suck, that shaking manages to disrupt me and I end up falling backward to the canvas, letting your body collapse over me chest to chest. I'm still gripping your balls though as grunt in pain from the impact, a bit of my own spit coming out onto our shoulder now.

Andy Manager:
And yes... Eugene can't lift my heavy body up again and he drops on his back, with me chest on chest over him... I kick out my legs as hard as possible and struggle my body to the side for a 69 position and try to scissor my legs around Eugene's head to get him in a shameful reverse headscissor... I've used in my earlier years as a champ in olympic wrestling events a lot...

Eugene Scott:
Alright Andy, you got me in position. Those German thighs of yours are monstrous, and I know you can put me out with them easily enough if I give you two shakes of dog tail to do so. I go ahead and match your position, applying my own leg scissors to your neck and completing that 69 you were craving. There is a difference though here, and I'm about to show it to you.

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Now I do something mean. Your bare ass there by my face, your cock pressing against my chest, I reach my right hand around to your backside. My middle finger finds your cheeks, slides in deep, and presses into your hole. I finger you in this position, what we in the states call an Oil Check. I push in and find your prostate, all while squeezing your head with my thighs, me hoping this anal assault is enough to stop you from being able to squeeze the air out of me.

Andy Manager:
In wrestling often two can play the same game and Eugene makes this slogan true, as he counters my headscissor, which I surprisingly easy got by him... with a leg scissor of his own... now we are in a 69 double-head-scissor setup and while I try to show him my strength in my long hairy legs.... "Aaaaaaaarrrhhh...."... I feel one of your fingers drill in my hole... the people shout out in laughter... and while I shake in fear and pleasure, you really go in deep and intense... GRUUUUNNNTTT.... as you go for my prostate... "BIIIIIIITTTCCHHH....!!!"... and with that dirty and sensual assault, I am not able to tighten my headscissor and instead of that, the pressure of my thighs loosens, while you still work me over with that finger play in my ass... I turn my eyes up to the screens... and then I feel my boner raging up full hard and throbbing some precum... as I watch that hardcore porn movie showed on the screens... with EUGENE and ANDY in the main roles...

Eugene Scott:
When I feel your legs loosen up, that's when I pull my head free. Just what I needed. Not only do I pull my head free, slam it forward into your beat up gut. Hoping that stuns you, I release your head and pull my finger out of your ass. Think it's time to make good on my promise earlier. I push myself up to my knees, then slide one out as I grab your hair. Looking you in the eyes, I start to pull your back over my knee, trying to set you up for a Pendulum Backbreaker Submission.

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Andy Manager:
My hope to win that second round fades away after that beating and sexual treatment... and while I pant a lot, you ... "OOUUGGHH..."... slam your head in my already so badly worked over gut to stun me more... and then you pull me in your famous Pendulum Back Breaker... my tall body stretched out over your knee... your knee really drilling painfully in my back as you push my chin and leg down... "Aaaaaarrffffff... fuuuuckkk... stoppppp it... I give... I giiiiiivvvvvvveee...!!!"... I shout out loud and in panic, as my spine feels like snapping by that hold...

Eugene Scott:
Oh now you don't. I see you starting to open your mouth Andy, but made you a promise. As you start to say you give, I cover your mouth with my hand and keep you on display.

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I Ease up on the pressure though, instead move my other hand off your thighs and coil around your cock. "Told you I was gonna make cum first." I say looking in your eyes, giving you a harsh tone you might never have heard from me before.

I start stroking you now, long and good, aiming to make you cum before I let you submit for this second round.

Andy Manager:
As I start to shout out my submission, you push your hand firmly on my mouth and shut it tight.... "Did he say anything?", the ref asks you, as you smile at him with a view that says ... how should he, you see I keep his mouth shut with my hand... the ref nods and so it's still your turn to work on that tall german lad, that shakes and bucks so hard on your knee... you not only stroke my dick, you fuck my brain at once with that rough action... and since I never was a man, that could be jacked off easily by another... it needs a fuck long and painful time, until my balls fill up and get ready for the take off ... the cameras catch that punishment from all angles... close zoom-ins show my sweaty face... the expression of pure panic and pain in my eyes... your hand running up and down my shaft... pulling my skin down to the base and back again... as precum makes my dick slippery and juicy... and after some long minutes, which feel as if this pain would never stop again....

My legs and abs shiver and with a big blast I shoot more than 12 thick lines of juicy german cum all over your hand, my abs and my legs... you eat it up the full time... jacking my dick until my balls emptied completely... and you get a lot of applause and standing ovations by your fans, as you compromise and punish that german challenger in this way...

Eugene Scott:
Once you start to erupt, I finish up with his hold, bringing my mouth down over your cock to take in that German Cream.

The crowd is already hysterical over this performance. I bring my mouth off our cock and lower you to the canvas. I look into your eyes with your cum drizzling down from the corner of my mouth, hand slaps your chest. "Alright Andy, enough pain for the moment. Let's get some of that humiliation you wanted down. I start to slide over your chest now as we get 5 minutes of me getting to make your veteran ass look like cock sucking jobber. Lower my trunks and press my 9 inch cut dick to your mouth. "Open up."

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Andy Manager:
It's not the first time I see your big 9 incher in front of my face, but this time, watched by 5.000 people and kept on so many phones... it makes it much more uncomfortable and I keep my mouth shut, as you pull your stiffened cock off your trunks and shove it up my face... I really resist... I'm sure I don't want that big dick down my mouth... the people laugh... fuck... five minutes of humiliation can be a hard time and rain me out a lot for the next round... and it would be a big surprise, If I could win the next round after all that beating and humiliation... I look up in your face with my determined look to resist.. but as I see your concern look... my resistance breaks and I open my mouth.... the ref looks at his clock watch and says ... "Okay, guys... five minutes of humiliation starting right now....."....

Eugene Scott:
And with that, you opening yourself up for me. I take your hands much like last time and pin them down next to your head, smiling as I GRIND my cock against your face. I don't hold back either, I let my precum tip rub against your cheeks, your mouth, your eyebrows, and at one point it pressing uncomfortably close to your eye.

This lasts for about 2 minutes, then I finally shove my cock in your mouth for you to taste. Start to skull fuck you here with the big HD display showing it to all the people in crisp detail. Just imagine how many are paying top dollar to watch this on streaming services right now, makes me harder just thinking about it. So I thrust and thrust, eyes focused on yours. "You wanted this." I say as I do, a moan coming shortly after. I don't let myself cum though...

I pull out of your mouth and wipe your saliva off on your face, some precum mixed in for sure. "My load is for the finish." I slap your face lightly with my hand and rise up, pull my trunks back up with a near comical display of them trying to contain my huge manhood. I get ready to meet you at the center of the ring now for the next round.

Andy Manager:
If you want let a wrestler feel, how much he is defeated and broken down, you just need to push his hands over his head and slide up his chest, having him pinned completely with blades on the mat... from the first beginning of wrestling in school yards each kid knows, that's the point of loss... and Eugene puts me in a shameful kind of Cock-to-Face-pin ... holding my hands pressed to the mat above my head, as he slides with his juicy dick across my face over and over... really dipping against my nose and eyes... it looks like some special way of body-painting... before he shoves his 9 incher in my mouth... not making me gag on his cock and clamp too tight around his dick, as he saves his cum for the end... but taking all those 5 minutes... many people slide their hand in their pants and stroke their dicks, watching this... "Okay guys... 5 minutes of humiliation over...", the ref says and calls both wrestlers back in fight stance...

I'm fucking worked over, humiliated and exhausted after that part of the battle... the three minutes of skull fuck took a lot of energy and cut my airflow and I'm feeling fucking weakened and not in form, to wrestle now again... but... it doesn't care any here... the ref gives signal for round three...

Eugene Scott:
"Come on Andy, let's finish up." I gesture for you to rise up so I can greet you with a collar and elbow, you weakened enough I could basically do whatever I wanted with you for sure.

Andy Manager:
I roll to my fours and push up slowly... my jacked off dick dangles down between my legs half erected after that rough work, he got in the last moments of round two... my body feels sore all over and I push my hands on my knees to straighten up... as I see that very confident smile in your face, waiting on me... I bite my lips and collect all what's left of strength in my body and approach, raising up my hands, to step in that collar and elbow with you... If I'd lose that third round... and for the moment, this looks like a real possibility... this fight would be over... Eugene would have taken all three submissions and finished this battle with a big win of his own... however this goes... already now it's an impressive and stunning fight and entertainment for those thousands of fans of IPW wrestling entertainment...

Eugene Scott:
We lock up Collar & Elbow again.

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This time, with us locked up, I got to twist us around so we are back to back. Almost like I'm prepping for a neck breaker. Instead I release our arms and try to do something pretty exhausting, hoping to end you in one of the most humiliating and fully displayed holds I know how to do. I try to pull you up onto my back, wanting to make you scream in a Gory Special.

Andy Manager:
This will be a hard round for me to stand my man so fucking beaten down and exhausted after those first two rounds, as you suddenly turn us over back to back... and I think you go to pull me down with a neck breaker... you catch my chin with your hands and I try to reach for your arms, as you suddenly lean forward and I slide on your back, pulled up by my chin... your arms hooked around mine and my feet fallen over your thighs... bent forward, so that I can't slip down easily... you take a full and painful hold of my chin... really yanking my head down... I scream out loud... "AAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGHHHH...!!!!"... spitting out a lot... as you work me over in that hold... really humping and punishing my sore spine... the tall German on full display for the people and my dick raging up again like a flap pole in panic... but no flag there... Neither a German nore an American flag... that flag pole looks like indicating a lost and deserted headquarter...

Eugene Scott:
As I've said, I've been burning stamina too this whole time, so I can't hold you much longer. "GIVE UP!" I Growl, practically a yell, me pulling our arms as wide as I can, stretching your pecs as far as possible before I have to set you down. I hold you there breathing hard, face turning red and yell it once more with the Ref asking you. "SUB-MIT!"

Andy Manager:
Worked over with that brutal move, I've never felt and suffered before... and given to all my punishment and pain earlier in the match... I shout out my surrender... "IIII GIIVEEEE... STOPPP IIITT... III GIIIIIVEEEE....!!!"... your fans jump to their feet and rooooaarrr... Eugene defeats the german challenger Andy in that hot IPW arena in a stunning Submission-Humiliation-Sexfight... the referee looks surprised on his clock watch, as this third round ends after just a minute, but.... DING DING DING.... the bell makes it fix.... EUGENE SCOTT takes a big win over ANDY THE GERMAN WARRIOR....

Eugene Scott:
I let you down now, you plopping forward on your front. Drop to my knees alongside you, hand shaking your back. "You... alright... partner?" There it is, that concern in my voice I've been hiding. That friendly demeanor, you know so well. It's there for a moment while I check and make sure you are okay... before I move on to the sex round.

Andy Manager:
Down on my front and so much shaking and trembling still feeling that brutal pain, you come along my side down to your knees and take care of my back, asking me If I'm okay... That's why I love Eugene so much, he is opponent, trainer, punisher and sensitive healer at once... having his opponent taken down, worked over and defeated in every way it needs to win the match, he turns in the kind of sympathetic guy next door type, showing off so much respect and sportsmanship to his opponent and partner... I can't answer, as all my limbs still hurt so much... so I just lightly nod... letting you know, It's all okay...

Eugene Scott:
"Alright partner. Now it's time to finish, but I'm gonna give you a breather." I flip you on our back so you are on display to the crowd, then stand up and let you get a little rest. Ref raises my hand in victory as the crowd cheers, then starts to chant for The Spoils. I can't help but to grin and bring my thumbs into my waistband, slowly start lowering it as the crowd whistles and cheers, many pictures being taken. I put it off as long as I can with you staring up at me, then I look down to your face as I reach and help up to standing. "This is going to get intense Andy." Grab your shoulder, other hand grabbing your ass cheek. I start to walk you to a corner now.

Andy Manager:
Since Eugene is such a nice man, I enjoy that rest and expect some easy going face-to-face-fuck with me on my back and my legs over his shoulders... with that thought of relief I watch Eugene flexing for the crowd, eating up all their compliments and excitement... as he starts to strip down and reveal his hot wrestler body... I love that younger body with 32 years standing at perfect age.... and then his thick and long dick is back again... reminding me to the mouth-fuck in the humiliation round... I expect you to kneel down and start the fuck... but you grab my shoulder and pull my exhausted body up, and taking me by my shoulder and ass cheek, you walk me over to a corner...

Eugene Scott:
I push you into the corner now. Bring my knee up between your thighs to spread your legs now, opening your ass nice and wide. My chest to your back, I bring my hand up to your mouth and say "Lick it. You're gonna want a lube for this next part." Voice is deep, a clear desire in me to fuck the lights out of you.

Andy Manager:
My chest slides over the middle buckle and part of the rope... my head outside, forced to look in that one part of the big crowd... all those laughing and excited faces in front of me, as you shove your one leg between mine, really spreading my legs and ass open... I'm fucking trapped in the corner, gasping, knowing what comes next... or not fully knowing how badly you could fuck me now... as your hand comes forward, ordering me to lick it now... and as I trust in your, it would be better for me to obey now... I lick your hand all over, making it wet with my spit...

Eugene Scott:
I use that saliva of yours now to lube up my cock, then I start to enter your. Inch after inch, I press in to about a total of 7. I listen to your sounds as I do, then once I'm in you, I speak. "Getty up partner." I start to fuck you, 1 thrust.. 2 thrust.. 3.. 4.. I reach around and grab your cock, start to stroke it with my thrust now. 5.. 6.. 7.. Good long moan from me. 8... 9.... Strong thrust full 9 inches in, 10!

After the 10th thrust, I pull out of you. "One down." Grab your shoulder and ass check again, and start to drag you clockwise in the ring towards the next turnbuckle.

Andy Manager:
I bite my lips as Eugene shoves his impressive thick dick in my hole... so glad, I gave him the spit to lube it up first... hanging over the middle buckle you start to fuck and stroke me at once... it needs some time, until you shove all 9 inches of your dick down my chute... I moan out loud and roll my head in pain and pleasure, trying to take this as good as possible and you give your fans very hot show, at least in that corner of the ring... and while you like to enjoy your fans not only over TV screens but also with live sex action... you pull out, grab my shoulder... FUUUCCKKK... and drag me clockwise to the next corner of the ring....

Eugene Scott:
I put you in the same position this time, line you up, and start to fuck you again, my sweaty body gleaming as I work you hard. 1.. 2... 3... Start stroking your cock too, thrusting more and more. 8... 9... 10! Full force in, then pull out. Start pulling you to the next Turnbuckle.

Andy Manager:
Getting worked over in the second buckle like in the first corner... I start to panic, Eugene could have in mind going with that through all four corners and I'm sweating as fuck again... my ass feel still sore about your dick, not used to it yet... and after those ten rough and intese strokes again... "YEEEEAAAAHHHH... HAHAHAHA...!!!"... the people cheer and laugh... you pull me up and drag me over to the next corner...

Eugene Scott:
There is some laughter in the crowd for sure, but many of them remain quiet not seeing anything like this before. I get you in the third corner, bring my hand to your mouth to lick up again, a courtesy on part of me planning to fuck you a bit more before this is done. Once you do, I lube with it, and start to ride you again like the German Bull you are. I stroke you hard this time, aiming to make you cum again soon. 7.. 8... 9... 10! Full force in, my lips coming to your neck as I'm getting really fucking close to cumming. Start to drag you to the last turnbuckle, the one with your red trunks over the steal post from earlier.

Andy Manager:
Not sure, if it is after that hard and long ride of my ass, with Eugene's hip thrusting against my ass over and over, his hand stroking my shaft expertly with fast strokes and corkscrews... I moan out loud... really screaming now... "AAAAAAWWWWHHHHH.... EUGENE... NOOOOOOOOOOOO... AAAAAAAARRHHH... PLEEEAASSEEE... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."... but you doesn't care of my shouts... you look like a man with a mission... a man who has a plan... a man who knows, how to finish his jobs and make his plans successful... and with than plan in your mind... I'm forced to go through all the pain, you've planned for me... fucking exhausted now, as you pull me up again... dragging me over to the fourth and last corner... with my gear laying there under me...

Eugene Scott:
I hear your screams, hear you hollering, but you're right, this is the plan and I aim to go through with it. With you in the last corner, this time I grip your cock tight and get a whole bunch of your precum on my hand. Drag my hand up your abs collecting your sweat. I lube my cock up with that, suppressing my moan of soreness and pleasure. "You wanted this Andy." Hang grips your cock against, I start to stroke and fuck you again. This time slower thrust from me, not a deep, and more focus on your cock. I aim to make you cum now in this final corner before I finish my mission.

Andy Manager:
People in that part of IPW arena have hit the jackpot... as Eugene starts to make me cum with his intense handjob... I twist my head in pain and pleasure... my feet and toes twirl on mat... still impaled with your dick in my ass... I drool out a lot down the corner, also over the part of my gear, that is under me... "AAAAAAAAAAARRHHHH... FUUUCCCCCCCCCKKK... NOOOOOOOOOOOO...."... I shout and beg... but it doesn't help.... you go on and on and on and on... and with hand stroking my dick again... my balls so empty and sore after the first orgasm... you pull it out rough to me... and suddenly I convulse and shivering with my entire body... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGHHH...!!!"... you force out a second painful and rough orgasm... four thin lines of cum shoot over the edge of the apron...

Eugene Scott:
And so I force you to cum again. The crowd is speechless, many of them front row recording the act with their phones. I jerk your cock till you are dry, no longer humping you as I am holding back my own load.

Once your cock is empty, you hear me growl in your ear, "Last stop partner. Let's cross Go and collect our paycheck." I pull my cock out of you, then start to pull you from the corner and head to the center of the ring again. I know you don't have it in you to resist me, and I'm so fucking exhausted. This is the end of the road as I get you there, place you on your knees, dropping down to mine behind you.

Andy Manager:
Wrestled, worked, punished, humiliated and worked over like this... I'm fucking wobbly on my feet... no more resistance left in my body... I'm totally at the hands of Eugene and he knows it... this german wrestler is physically and mentally broken... been taught his limits by that impressive american wrestling champ... and cause I ever respect stronger man and better wrestler... I go with you to the middle of the ring and kneel there down, as you place me in the center... ready to offer you my ass and body for your own winner's pleasure... that was for sure the most intense and finally most shameful wrestling loss in my career... but I'm glad to found a man, who is able to beat the shit out of me in such a successful way... Chapeau...!! ...

Eugene Scott:
Breathing heavy behind you, it's time to end this. Cock to your asshole again, right hand comes up under yours pulling behind your neck. Left hand comes up under yours also pulling behind your neck. I lock you down in my most famous finisher, the Full Sex Nelson. I start to fuck you in it, the crowd literally speechless.

I thrust and thrust and thrust into you, until a very short time later, you feel me erupt into your anal cavity. I moan when it happens, loudly, proudly, turn your head sideways, and give you a long deep kiss. Two more thrusts into you, just a little extra love for my Fight Friend, then I pull out. Look you deep in the eyes and give you another kiss before rising up and lifting you up over my shoulder in a Fireman's Carry. Grab your red trunks and leave the ring ready to get you medically checked out backstage.

Published: 2022-03-30, viewed 109 times.