International Pro Wrestling

Past Related Matches:
Fathers & Sons Tag Team, Sweet and Brutal Revenge, SECW PPV.

— The Stepbrother Feud —

Characters:

You are not logged in. - Madison Jones - Age: 28, 5'10", 198 lbs, 8" Uncut Cock

You are not logged in. - Jay Jones - Age: 28, 6'0", 200 lbs, 7" Cut Cock

The Author:
With Eugene Scott and John Page officially a couple moving towards marriage, Madison Jones and Jay Jones find themselves in conflict. Both of them continue to propagate in different federations, Madison in the SECW and Jay in Hotshots. In addition, there are many factors that continue to connect the two, be it their friends, their rivals, their shared connection to International Pro Wrestling, and though entirely by coincidence, even their last names. There is tension brewing between the two, and tonight in the IPW Arena, it finally comes to a head.

— IPW Locker Room —

Madison Jones:
Jay Jones and I have gone back and forth some before, but it has always been related to my dad Eugene Scott and his mentor John Page. We did that private match to get to know each other, and I gave it to him out of fear of a potential neck or shoulder injury. Then there was the Tag Team between the four of us. I managed to come out on top, but only because my dad is a ruthless beast in the ring. I still can't believe what he did to John right in front of me... Regardless, now is the time to set some things straight between Jay and I. Without getting too much into the weeds regarding my position at SECW and his at Hotshots, we've decided to have an Ironman Match here at International Pro Wrestling. Wrestling is supposed to be fun right? Two hot guys going at it in the ring in front of a crowd, that is what we are here for.

The match is simple, we go at it for 30 minutes or 50 "yts" if you want to describe it in more cyber terms, all while getting as many points as we can. Falls for us are Pin / Submission / Emission, with Loser Gets Fucked at the end of course. I hear the crowd is sold out already. I sit backstage getting my trunks on when I see Jay come in. It's been a while since we shared the IPW locker room, which brings back some good memories of this place. I wave to him while slipping them on and tucking my member away, give him a minute in case there is anything we should go over beforehand. I hope he isn't carrying a grudge after my recent win against Tua and Jimmy...

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Jay Jones:
Having been in the ring with Madison twice now, I am fully aware of his capabilities as a wrestler and the way he uses a combination of classic pro wrestling holds combined with sex wrestling and submission wrestling holds. Our first match was a private match and in the first round he absolutely destroyed me, managing to turn that first round almost into a squash match and that was embarrassing. I won the second round and then in the third madison gave me the match but it was not a clear and decisive victory for me.

Our second match was a tag match where John and I faced Madison and his dad Eugene Scott. Madison eliminated me first by forcing an emission out of me and then once we had lost the match, he fucked me hard in front of a huge crowd. I do not want to repeat that experience today as I understand today the arena is going to be just as full as for our tag match. I arrive at The IPW arena, having spent a few hours with John as I have not seen much of him since he moved here from London. I enter the locker room just in time to see you wave at me and then tuck that 8’’ cock that I have got to know very well into your sexy blue trunks. Needles to say you get the reaction that you wanted and I am totally unable to hide it from you as my jeans tent. I give you a nod of acknowledgment “good to see you again Madison, are you ready for this?"

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I start to change into my normal black gear not bothering to even try to hide my erection now. I look at you “I watched your match against Jimmy and Tua and I thought your double stomp on my bro’s legs was a little harsh and I must say that I was surprised to see that you used the nelson and penetration to force him to submit”. I turn away as I pull on my boots, happy that I have gently let you know that things may get a little rough out there in that ring tonight.

Madison Jones:
I smile as I see your cock working a hole into your jeans. Asking if I'm ready while you are changing, I simply nod. The comments about Tua's treatment warrant more of a response though. "I gave him a chance to give up before that knee stomp, he was stubborn Jay. As for the nelson..." I get a little nervous even talking about it, "I didn't fuck him in it. It was a bluff, nothing more." I pause, "Anybody wouldn't have even hesitated... not even me a year ago." The tone is clear from you though, you are basically telling me, yelling even that the Nelson isn't off limits even though you know my past with it. We all have injuries that can be exploited, it's something we have to live with in this field, even if some injuries are more psychological than others.

With that I the stagehand starts to gesture for me to head out, the last couple guys coming in completely naked, one of them covered in cum on the other's shoulder. I can't help but to smile, this is the sport we live for. The announcer starts up as I hear the beginning notes of my theme music start. I cast one last glance to you Jay and head out.

— The Ring —

Announcer:
"Making his way to the ring, from San Francisco California, standing 5' 10" and weighing in at 198 lbs. Madison Jones!"

Madison’s Entrance Music

Madison Jones:
I make my way down to the ring, the crowd cheering for me. Thanks to the cross promotional nature of the federations we exist in, my reputation with StarFox's league the SECW has helped to promote me, and these fans are clearly aware of that. I wave to them as I make my way down, then roll into the ring under the bottom rope. Hoping to my feet, I throw out some punches and kicks getting in the spirit, showing light on my feat I can be. Finally I pull back to my corner as my music fades, me looking towards the stage entrance waiting for Jay to come and tangle.

Jay Jones:
I finish putting my boots on and stand looking at you as you tell me that you gave Tua the opportunity to submit before viciously stomping both of his knees onto the floor. You then talk about the nelson and I can tell in your voice that you still have issues about it. Well, I remain under strict instructions from John not to use a nude full nelson on you and I would never go against John’s wishes but I am not about to let you know that.

I see you get the nod from a guy wearing an IPW shirt. At the same time the two wrestlers from the last match come into the locker room, one of them looking petty out of it, covered in cum and being carried by the obvious winner. I see you smile but I remember returning to this very locker room after my match against you and your dad with your dad carrying John in much the same way so you will forgive me if I do not smile with you. I have always enjoyed the wrestling and the sex but have never found the humiliation very easy to deal with. Your music starts and I see you glance at me. I try to give you a smile but you quickly turn and head out. I immediately regret being off hand with you as I have always liked you and respected you and after all we could end almost being stepbrothers in the future.

I am sure we will get the opportunity to shake hands in the ring before the bell and I will be able to show you my true feelings with my firm friendly shake and one of my smiles. Your music dies down and the same guy nods at me.as my song starts up.

Jay’s Entrance Music

Announcer:
“And now please welcome from London, England standing at 6’0’’ and weighing in at 200 lbs. Jay Jones!”

Jay Jones:
I make my way out into the arena and towards the ring to a few cheers but noticeably less enthusiastic than the ones you just received. As I get to the ringside, I see some of my closest Hotshot friends including my little bro Tua sitting with my fiancé Damian. I quickly hug them and then turn to the ring seeing you in your corner I decide not to enter the ring in my normal way over the top rope as there is always a chance of messing it up and I do not want anything to make me look bad in front of this huge audience, so I slide under the bottom rope, jump up and head over to the referee and the announcer shake their hands before making my way to my corner. Looking over at you and trying to give you a friendly smile.

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Madison Jones:
I see you come out and you are looking a bit more friendly, even manage to give me a smile which I return. Ref calls us center of the ring and starts to go over the rules, more for the crowd's sake than ours. My dad worked to develop the framework of these rules for our type of wrestling environment, and having done two before, I know we are both going to be completely exhausted by the end. That doesn't mean we can't have fun though along the way.

"Hey, wrestling is supposed to be fun right?" I echo words of dad that have been going through my head lately as I hold my hand for a shake.

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Once you accept, and I know you will, I pull you into a hug, the ref looking concerned I'm starting things early. I speak into your ear, "Don't hold back, I have some surprises for you." I don't know if you have a response for me, but this is my way of letting you know that I'm prepared for a certain move. Finally we break with some applause from the crowd over the tender display.

— Round 01 —

Madison Jones:
Bell rings and I hold up my hands, gesture for you to join me in classic start with this match, the Collar and Elbow Lockup.

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Jay Jones:
Feeling happier after our warm handshake I am pleased to hear the bell sound. I come out to meet you, seeing that you want to start with a classic Collar and Elbow I will oblige or you think I will until at the last second, I step to the side and grab you around your waist from behind and quickly lift you and slamming you backwards with a German suplex so your shoulders hit the canvas first. I keep a hold around your waist and bridge up while I try to get a very early surprise pin. The referee drops and slams the canvas …ONE…

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— Round 02 —

Madison Jones:
You lure me into a false sense of security, a belief that we would start up like we did before, and then completely surprise me with your action. Shoulders slammed into the canvas, I'm blindsided as I hear the Ref count, me feeling dizzy with the speed and sudden impact to the canvas. Curl my knees to my chest. "Two!" Then KICK OUT, the crowd and me are shocked at the early pin attempt. I roll away from you on my back, Kip-Up trying to beat you to standing. Cock up on one leg, not a wrestling stance, but martial arts, and throw a spinning kick, trying to land a Bakkat Chagi - Outer Crescent Kick to the side of your head while you are rising up.

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Jay Jones:
Feeling quietly confident that I may get an early score here especially as the referee slaps the mat a second time but my hopes are shattered in a split second as you kick out with force and fall to my back. I slam my hands on the mat in an outward sign of my disappointment. I then roll over and get to my knees. As I push up to standing, I see your blue boot far too late and it smashes into the side of my head. I get an instant headache and drop to my side holding my head remembering the first round of our first match where you kept hitting me with headshots until I had no fight left. I panic and try to get to my feet too fast, feel dizzy and drop back to my knees.

— Round 03 —

Madison Jones:
I don't like resorting to Taekwondo in the ring, but I needed to knock that momentum off quickly and get some control. You seem off balance and on your knees, giving me a very brief moment to stretch my neck. Having rolled away from me giving me some distance to work with, I start walking your way. Picking up speed as I rush forward, I jump, and then try to land a lower dropkick to your chest hoping to launch you across the ring towards the ropes. If it works, I'm quick to burn stamina to Kip-Up again. Don't mind burning the energy early to get a head start.

Jay Jones:
I have not taken a real good headshot since my last match with you and I had forgotten how disorientating they can be. I am still on my knees as you start to walk towards me and then as you start to pick up speed I try to stand up but you are just too fast and your boots both land on my chest sending me back against the ropes. I am on my ass, my hands clutching my chest and I am gasping for air. I turn around and look out of the ring seeing the glum faces on Damian and Tua gives me the incentive to pull myself up. I need to get back into this match and come towards you needing to slow this down I lift my arms up and wiggle my fingers, this time I am genuinely wanting Collar and Elbow lockup. “Let’s see what you have got Madison”.

— Round 04 —

Madison Jones:
Dropkick connects, you go to the ropes, I kip up, big smile on my face. Feel like I got this under control. Damian and Tua in the crowd give you support, and I sigh because of it... because I have to respect that. You then invite me to join in the Collar and Elbow, slight hesitation since you sucked me before. My good nature shows through as I press into it, looking you in the eyes. Let our muscles push back and forth each other, a hint of a sweat on me from the exertion so far. With our body weight and size so similar, we don't make much progress on each other, so I pivot, break off my left arm, and try to flip you over me with an Arm Drag.

Jay Jones:
It is always good when two wrestlers who are similar in age and stats lock up in a classic Collar and Elbow, it gives us both the opportunity to assert a dominant position over the other. We struggle for a while but in this case neither of us get to win the strength contest and just as I think about ending it with one of my judo throws, you beat me to it and in a flash, you have a hold of my right arm and flip me onto my back with an arm drag as my back lands on the canvas I GRUNT but I am more concerned that you still have a hold of my right arm and I am in a vulnerable position. I try to snatch my arm from your grip.

— Round 05 —

Madison Jones:
The Arm Drag succeeds.

Your concern of the position shows me holding you there with your whole chest exposed, legs slightly open, and my eyes looking at you while you struggle to pull your arm from. You start to make some progress while my eyes shift focus on your abs, continue lower, and stop on your crotch. Wins by Pin, Submission, or Emission... my spare hand comes down and starts to massage your crotch, priming it for the first of what will be multiple orgasms by the time I'm done here today. You manage to get your arm free, but at the cost of me stimulating your cock plenty, soft strokes with my gentle hand.

Jay Jones:
I look up at you and see your wide sparkling eyes looking at me very confidently and who can blame as you have controlled the first start of this match convincingly. Your eyes divert to my crotch and I panic knowing how easily you have forced emissions from me in the past and sure enough your spare hand moves down and starts to massage my crotch. Thankfully I wear black trunks so I hope the pre-jizz that just came out of my cock before it is even fully erect will not show but no doubt you have felt it. I do manage to snatch my arm free but you have my cock now well stimulated and I need to do something before your hand finds its way into my trunks. I look at you with puppy dog eyes, as if you are the love of my life, reach up and put my hands on the sides of your head, pull your face down towards mine as if I am about to kiss you, bring my head back and then fast forward as I try to deliver one of my head-butts to your forehead.

— Round 06 —

Madison Jones:
Your black trunks may hide the coloring of your precum, but I can feel the dampness... feel how hard you are. Oh yes Jay, I can tell how turned on you, because like me, the eroticism of wrestling is hardwired into you. Leaning into the kiss, that submissive look on your face... the match had only just begun, and yet you seem ready to surrender. Already think the score might end with 3 - 0... 5 - 0... maybe even 8 - 0... I accept your kiss buying your deception. Cry out in pain as I stagger back, hold my head, a look of betrayal on my face.

Jay Jones:
I have always hated dirty tactics but I know somehow that if you were in deep trouble, you may also have done something similar. I know my head-butt hit the mark by the expression on your face as you cry out in pain. I then notice the look that says that you cannot believe I did that to you but all's fair in love and war. I stagger up and pull you up, slipping my hand under your crotch, the other over your shoulder, lift you up in a crotch hold, while giving your crotch a long grope.

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Then I slam you down hard on your back. Rush to the corner and climb to the top turnbuckle. I want to give you what I hope will be a headshot that will leave me the simple task of taking a very easy pin. I jump off the top ropes, aiming my forehead towards yours for a second head-butt but this time a devastating flying head-butt.

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— Round 07 —

Madison Jones:
Slammed on my back, I groan, my cock plenty hard already with your stroke only adding to the tent. I play up the pain of the impact, that's what we wrestlers do, we sell pain to trick the crowd into thinking that we are more hurt than we are... to trick each other. You climb the rope, hand still over my head feeling the impact, I hide my growing grin. I wait till I feel the vibration from you jumping, the subtle shake of the ring, and then once you are in motion mid air, I roll to my side letting you take the full impact of the canvas from your ill prepared move against an opponent who is still mostly fresh.

Jay Jones:
I have a perfect aim as I leap off the ropes but on my way down my stomach churns as I see you move and it is far too late for me to do a damn thing about it as a fraction of a second later my head slams into the ring floor. My head feels like it got hit with a sledgehammer. I try to scream but no sound comes out. I remain face down, my hands slowly come up to my head as your fans roar with approval.

— Round 08 —

Madison Jones:
I have a choice here as you lay there with your silent screams. I could pile on more damage, or I could go for something more sexual. This is me, Madison Jones we are talking about, so of course I go for the sexual. Hands sink into your black trunks, and I PULL them off you Jay, down your thigh, off your boots, and toss them over to Tua to catch. Rising up with a smile as the crowd cheers, I beckon for you to get up and join me, to show off your erect leaky manhood in all its glory.

Jay Jones:
I feel you taking down my trunks but I am too interested in my throbbing head to try to stop you and I knew our trunks would be off sooner or later. I used to get upset and embarrassed to be nude in the ring while my opponent still has his trunks on, and you would not know this, but it was you that got me over those feelings. You get them off and then you throw them to Tua which I do feel upset about. And will make you pay for it. Your fans give you the biggest cheer of the match so far for that little show of dominance. You beckon me up and I do, my cock standing out proud as a string of pre stretches from the tip or my cock to the canvas. I see red mist and walk up to you as if to lock up and bring my knee up into your abs. "See how you like that Madison!"

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— Round 09 —

Madison Jones:
The hit to my abs connects as I fall to my knees before you, head sliding alongside your precummy cock. "Fuck..." I let out, playing up the pain even though I managed to clench up my abs in time. My head rubs alongside your cock, hand coming up alongside your thighs, me looking so submissive for a moment.

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I then go to take your cock in my mouth, giving it a couple good sucks and bobs while the crowd whistles and cheers. I get my hands in position hoping you are distracted by the blow job...

Jay Jones:
You instantly fall to your knees in front of me, at last I have you where I want you and I look over the ropes to see Damian. Your face is against my hard wet cock as you moan. How fast a match can turn, two minutes ago you were in a dominant position, stripping off my trunks and now your fans can see a submissive Madison. You take my cock in your mouth and give it a couple of sucks, the crowd showing their appreciation as things get erotic. I have felt your lips around my cock before and although I have no intention of letting you make me cum, I am happy to show your fans who the real man is in the ring today as I enjoy the feeling of my cock in your hot mouth.

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— Round 10 —

Madison Jones:
As you get lulled into your sense of false security, my hands around your thighs tighten up as I then heave and LIFT your 200 lbs frame up, and then slam your back down to the canvas in front of me with my newest big move. The Blow-Job Spinebuster.

With my mouth still over your cock, I pull it off as I go to roll up your legs with my blue trunks pressed against your ass. Ref falls to the canvas and starts to count as he slaps the mat. "One!"

Jay Jones:
I throw my head back and then I feel you tighten your grip around my thighs then lift me up, twist to the side, and slam me to the canvas. I do not think I have ever been slammed that hard before. The stuffing is knocked out of me, my back feels like it is on fire and I am stunned to the point that I hardly know where I am. Hardly aware of you rolling up my legs I do however feel your hard bulging trunks pushing into my ass. The referee slaps the canvas ONCE your fans join in the count, he slaps the canvas again “TWO” I open my eyes and see your face smiling down at mine. With your 198 lbs pushing down on me, my instinct kicks in and I try my hardest to push up my left shoulder. “FUCK”

— Round 11 —

Madison Jones:
I think I have you. Pressing your knees almost to your chest, smile on my face while I myself am on my knees. Right as the Ref is going for the 3 count, you manage to get your shoulder up, me left wondering if the count was slow. "Alright Jay... No pin fall..." I shift my legs up over your arms, over your shoulders to help hold you down, in a position that might qualify for a pin. That's not what I'm going for, that becomes very clear a moment later as my right hand coils around your cock. Using your precum as lube, I start to stroke your cock in this position, stroking faster and faster while I feel you certainly starting to squirm. "Come on Jay, give us some cream."

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Jay Jones:
I just managed to save myself from being pinned but I have no idea how your face changes from a smile to something more like a glare. You shift your legs up over my arms and then my shoulders. I try to lift my shoulders thinking you are going for another pin and this time you have them well secured and I know I will not be able to kick out this time. But you coil your fingers around my cock and I then realise the referee has no intention of counting a pin, IPW referees know an emission will be far more entertaining than a pin and they call the action accordingly. You use my pre to lube up my cock I remember the feel of your hand and I know I am about to lose the first fall. You stroke faster and faster. I look into your eyes and see that smile has soon returned. After that slam I am just too fucked up to fight this and I suddenly feel very submissive. I buck and squirm but I am stuck and nearing an orgasm.

— Round 12 —

Madison Jones:
"That's it Jay, come on... Cum On." I'm egging you on, smiling again, a sick grin as I love watching people resist their orgasm so desperately only to fail and have their cum forced from them. I stroke and stroke with you naked and exposed like this, the crowd started to cheer, chant, and call for your emission. Long strokes on your cock, the four inner curves of my fingers sliding down over your vs spot, your frenulum, index lingering on your cock head before the four of them slide back up. I speed up faster and faster, watching your face looking for that exact moment the animal drive takes over and you realize you can't stop it. That moment when your balls start pumping and there isn't anything you can do to hold it back. I'm not mean like some, in this position I could make you spray your face, but I'm aiming the tip at your navel, ready for the milk to erupt and cascade down your abs like a river.

Jay Jones:
I look at your handsome face which is probably the worst thing I could do but my brain is scrambled with mixed messages. I do not want to lose this first fall but your milking is as always being expertly done. I glance at the referee who is watching for the moment I cum and has a huge bulge in his pants. My body starts to tense up and my balls churn. I hear the fans getting excited, I bite my bottom lip to the point I think I am making it bleed just to try to distract myself. I look at you directly into your eyes knowing I cannot stop this I know that you will take every drop of cum from me and that will mean I will be weakened for the start of the next round and I even consider a submission in order to prevent that scenario but it is too late I GASP start to shudder as I pump out wave after wave of thick white cum all over my abs my orgasm wrecking my body as I shake violently.

— Round 13 — — Score: Madison 1 - Jay 0 —

Madison Jones:
I see you biting your lip, an act so very familiar to me, the last desperate attempt to fight back an orgasm. As you start to erupt, my smile widens like a cat that just got milk. I watch the cum drizzle down your abs, through the cracks of your muscles, pooling up under your ribs at the solar plexus, all while your chest rises and falls. I let go of your cock and pat your chest while the Ref is looking at me, expecting me to release you; this is timed afterall. I release the hold and rise up to my feet, stretching my fingers as I start to gesture for a lock up. This isn't like our private matches where we get a nice little break; oh no... we keep going until we are dead exhausted.

Jay Jones:
My orgasm seems to go on and on as I coat my abs with so much cum that it pools under my ribs. I am gasping for air feeling like my body has been drained of all its energy. Eventually the cheers of the crowd die down and you release my cock. I lay on my back staring at the hot ring lights, covered in cum and sweat. You stand up and the referee instructs me to get up and continue. I have never been in a match where I have had to continue to wrestle directly after being forced to have a massive orgasm. I look up to see you beckoning me to get up and lock up. The referee tells me again and I struggle to my feet. I approach you on wobbly legs desperately trying to suck in the oxygen that my muscles need to recover. Your face looks so confident now and who could blame you while mine must look disorientated and glazed over. I know I would be too slow to try a fake lock up this time so I have no choice but to lock up and immediately try my best to push you back into the corner behind you.

— Round 14 —

Madison Jones:
The orgasm fatigue is hitting you hard, I can see that, I even feel sorry. That being said, the threat you basically made about the Full Nelson in the back has me very much on edge. I've taken the lead here, but we both know what happens if you do that to me, especially if I'm too weak to fight it. Collar & Elbow locked up, you start pushing me back, though only because I allow it. I then shift once we are about way towards the corner, get my leg behind your knee, and start to push back at your hands aiming to push your back to the canvas in a forced bridge. If it is successful, I then hop on top of you, my boots over your thighs alongside your crotch, me looking into your eyes.

Jay Jones:
I struggle but feel that I am at least pushing you back towards the corner though I am not sure how. You then manage to shift to the side and slip your left leg behind my right knee and force my back to the canvas in a bridge. I immediately bridge up higher and you mount me. With your blue boots over my thighs while brushing my crotch. You look into my eyes but I feel confident that I can hold this bridge and stare back at you defiantly. Waiting for you to make just one mistake.

— Round 15 —

Madison Jones:
Mounted on top of you, eyes locked, I see that fire starting to build back up after nearly going out from the orgasm. That's the Jay I'm looking for, the guy who keeps fighting even with all the shit he's been through lately. I decided to push a little in an uncharacteristic act of shit talking, "Come on Jay, or do you like me on top of you like this? You want me to fuck you that bad?" The crowd is cheering as I ride you, I squat a little with my legs pushing off your bridge, shins coming up a couple inches, and then come crashing down on top of you again as I try to collapse the bridge. If I do, it should leave your shoulders flat, a setup for a pin.

Jay Jones:
Our eyes remain locked and then you start to trash talk me, asking if I like you on top and if I want you to fuck me that bad. You really know how to piss me off. I feel you moving slightly and I know you are about to try to break my bridge. I still feel very weak and if you manage to break it, I doubt I would even be able to kick out of a simple schoolboy pin. I wait for you to lift up and with your weight off me for a second, I maintain my bridge with only my left leg and bring my right knee up, hoping that you will bring your nut sack tight down onto it.

— Round 16 —

Madison Jones:
My knees come up a couple inches as I rise off your body, a look on my face bordering on mean. Do you ever make me regret trying to spur you into action as you bring your knee causing me to land right on it in my balls. Eyes go wide, I cry out, falling to my side, releasing your hand holding my groin as I roll away from you. The crow gasps as it happens, commentators at the table basically yelling "LOW BLOW" over dramatically. Some tears come to my eyes holding my nuts, a moment later, me trying to pick myself up on the ropes with my left hand.

Jay Jones:
You come down on my knees. I see the expression on your face and hear you cry out. The referee gives me the evil eyes as you roll off of me and fall to your side. I hold my hands up to the referee “I was just trying to escape and he came down on my knee so it was an accident” He gives me another look but not much he can do. I roll over onto all fours and push myself up. you have reached the ropes and are pulling yourself up. I can see you are in trouble but I am mad not just at the treatment I have received but also your trash talk. I finally get an adrenaline rush and run towards you trying to clothesline you over the top rope

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— Round 17 —

Madison Jones:
The ref is admonishing you for your action as I'm pulling myself up, all my reactions slowed as I feel my cotch checking for damage, even pulling my trunks forward to look inside. That's when you clothesline me over the top rope, another holler as I go tumbling outside, landing hard and sprawled out on my side. The fans on the other side of the barricade are cheering, but two of them are looking down at me, calling my name... telling me to get back up. I lay there for a moment, left hand holding my crotch still starting to recover. The Ref sees me outside the ring and starts his count. 1... 2...

Jay Jones:
I feel a degree of satisfaction as you fly over the top rope, then hearing the thud as you hit the thin mats outside the ring. I can see Damian and Tua looking a little happier now. The referee starts to count you but I reckon I have time to cause you more problems before I get you back in that ring. I jump out of the ring landing on my feet. I grab you up by the back of your neck turn your face towards mine and grin at you before I ram your face under my pit, thinking it must be getting a little sweaty in there by now, I then drive us backwards and slam the back of your head onto the thin mats with one of my new hard-hitting moves, a reverse DDT.

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— Round 18 —

Madison Jones:
You are doing a good job capitalizing on the stun from your low blow, having thrown me over the ropes, and now planning on not only a Reverse DDT, but to the floor outside of the ring. At least that is what you hope as I'm starting to recover. The moment you get my head in your sweaty armpit, eyes go wide realizing what you are setting me up for, and I'm not going to let you have that for free. You go to fall backwards and I can't really stop that, but what I do is throw an elbow down at your gut, aiming lower trying to get you in the balls since you already nailed me with a rather devastating low blow yourself. Regardless if that low blow lands, I cry out as you slam my head into thinly padded cement, hands coming up to feel the back of my head as I roll back and forth for a moment. Ref keeps counting. 3.. 4... 5...

Jay Jones:
As I go to drop you on the back of your head, I do not feel any sympathy, remembering you almost giving me a concussion when you first used your reverse Alabama slam on me in our private match which has left me scared of that move. Just as I am about to drive you backwards you send an elbow into my balls. I get distracted by the pain that seems to explode down there and maybe I do not hit my DDT as well as I hoped but it will have been bad enough to stun you some. I roll off of you clutching my exposed balls. I can hear the referee reach …6…I struggle through the throbbing ache between my legs and grab you up, slam your face onto the edge of the ring to stun you some more …7… grab the back of your neck and the back of your trunks, my finger accidently pushing the thin material into your hole as I lift you and try to roll you under the bottom rope and into the ring.

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— Round 19 —

Madison Jones:
It's not too difficult to manhandle me in this state, your brutal attacks have left me hurt and weakened. I feel your finger enter my hole, a realization that this might be some more revenge for the humiliations of our last set of matches. Tossed into the ring, I keep my left hand on the back of my head, clearly feeling the pain from the impact. My right hand lingers on my crotch with the light shining in my face, sweaty body showing for the fans. I squint my eyes and tell myself that I need to get up... bring my knees to my chest, and with a slight tremble through my core, I Kip-Up.

Shake my head, slower reflexes from the head shot for sure, but arms up defensive as I'm looking to counter an incoming grapple from you. Jay's looking for a grapple next... maybe even ... that move…

Jay Jones:
I must admit although I did not deliberately push my finger into your hole, it does feel good and I am in no hurry to remove it, as I roll you into the ring. I jump up onto the apron and the referee stops his count. As I climb through the ropes, I am amazed that you are able to successfully perform a Kip-up. I can see you are suffering from the effects of landing on your head but I know you Madison and you are always dangerous. I see you put your arms up so I go low and charge at you hoping to spear you into the ropes knowing that if I do, you will spread your arms out on the top rope to stop yourself being pushed through the ropes and onto the floor and then hopefully I can trap your arms in the ropes and get an easy time milking you.

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— Round 20 —

Madison Jones:
After expending so much energy to get up to standing from the Kip-Up, body with a good even heavy layer of sweat on it, what normally would be a fantastic display... I'm a little off balance from the in head outside the ring. My gamble fails as you plow into me, shoulder hitting my gut as I basically crumble over you being pushed to the ropes, some of my saliva spewing out on your back. Hands gripping the top ropes to avoid being thrown out again, the crowd cheers as you again deliver another devastating blow to me. Part of me worries that you really are upset with me, or if this has little to do with me, and you are simply becoming more aggressive with your onslaught of recent matches. I hear the crowd cheer for you, but I am not going to make this easy for you! Hands reach down, top rope in my armpits as I grip the second rope with both hands, then kick up my legs around you, locking them behind your back. I SQUEEZE you as hard as I can.

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Jay Jones:
As my shoulder smashes into your abs, you are a little off balance, I feel your saliva landing on my back but that actually turns me on. I get you against the ropes in superfast time. You do what I knew you would and grab the top rope. Just as I am about to surprise you and trap you in the ropes, you grab the middle rope and then “AHHH FUCK” I GASP as you lock your legs around my waist and squeeze like Hell. I freeze moaning. I have experienced your legs before and they seem to get stronger. I cannot release them and it looks like I am going to lose my advantage unless I can do something. I lean forward, I could try another head-butt but I need to get that middle rope up and trap your biceps. I look into your eyes using the pain you are causing to look submissive and put my lips to yours and kiss you submissively. I now move my hands around your back holding your lower back hoping that you take your hands off that middle rope so I can quickly bring it up and trap your arms.

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— Round 21 —

Madison Jones:
As you call out in pain from the squeeze, I cannot help but to smile. No words as my legs are there around you, my body fully suspended in the air with top rope digging into my armpits. You start to lean forward, maybe a headbutt? I move my head defensively, trying to evade it when you then come in and force your lips over mine. Oh fuck... my cock jump back up, it having gone a little soft from the punishment I was taking. I close my eyes as I kiss you, happy to accept it... then I remember... Damian is in the crowd. You intend to fuck me for sure if I lose, but with your boyfriend watching, I'm not sure you would do something this sweet mid match. Eyes snap open as I feel your hand shifting, grabbing mine. I CLENCH my fingers tight, you are going to have to pry them off. Keeping us lip locked, I give ANOTHER squeeze with my legs and pull my head away. "Nice Try Jay." I growl with us locked in combat.

Jay Jones:
As I kiss you my cock starts bobbing up and down as it once again leaks pre in copious amounts. I make sure our kiss is passionate I do not care that Damian is watching as not too long ago, Damian and you had a match in the WelCum Ring and neither of you felt it necessary to tell me that you fucked my Fiancé in public and I had to find out about it by reading the reports on the match. I did not dwell on it and will not hold it against you or him but it still hurts and deserves some payback from both of you. I get the sense that you have worked out that I am trying to distract you and that is confirmed when you squeeze your legs again making me moan into your mouth and then you break the kiss and mock me by saying “Nice try Jay” you do not finish the sentence before I go back to ‘plan A’ and I try to bring my hard forehead and crash it into your forehead with all the anger that I has been building up in me since you put your cock into Damians ass.

— Round 22 —

Madison Jones:
And now we start to get to the root of your anger today. I thought that might be part of it, the recent match with Tua and Jimmy adding to the rage. Though you don't say anything, my suspicions were there, and something about the force of the headbutt makes me thing I'm right. My head rears back, hands loosening on the rope from the impact. My legs are around you still, and FLEX them giving you another squeeze for your trouble as my left hand comes off the rope to my head to feel and guard it from any more impacts.

Jay Jones:
My head-butt was mean and it got a good reaction but not as good as I wanted as your arm has come away from the ropes to feel your forehead so I can no longer trap you arms in the ropes and you give my already tender waist another squeeze which brings another loud CRY from me. I am going to need to change my plan of getting a fall by emission at this point but that is wrestling. For now, I am going to need to get out of your devastating leg scissors or you will at least have another weakened target to attack or even get a second fall by submission. I desperately try to separate your legs but I am just using strength so I reach my arm up behind your head and lock it under the front of your neck as I try to apply a standing guillotine choke.

— Round 23 —

Madison Jones:
As good as my leg squeezing is, you make it very clear you have all the advantages here. Arms coming up around my neck, I start panicking, hand having to abandon the ropes now in order to fight your arms and keep the airway clear. You hear me growling, grumbling, and feel my arms pulling at yours. Legs are still around you, but I don't have the time to squeeze this now as I'm suspended off the canvas, back to the top rope. "Let... Go!" I manage to get through gritted teeth as it seems like you are about to win this exchange. I lean my head forward to spare the back of my head, in case you are planning to slam me back first on the canvas.

Jay Jones:
I get the choke locked on and I squeeze as hard as I can. I know I am causing you problems when I feel your legs stop squeezing me. I hear you growling and telling me to let go, and I will but all in good time. I pull us away from the ropes and consider running you into the turnbuckle but decide on a move that will make your back land hard on the canvas. You help by leaning your head forwards. I change the choke to a front facelock. I then grab the side of your blue trunks not caring about your legs as they remain loose around my waist as they will hopefully come away in a second, and I try to lift you and snap you up and back over me in a ‘Front Facelock Suplex’.

— Round 24 —

Madison Jones:
As you pull me away from the ropes, I end up releasing my legs so I can join you in a standing position while you shift positions to front facelock. Gripping my trunks, I know I don't have much time to act before you execute the suplex. The back of my head is still hurting from the reverse DDT outside, and the headbutt has added to the disorientation, and I have some ringing in my ears... but I didn't give up the leg scissor for nothing. With your sides softened up from the multiple tight squeezes I did with them, ball up my fist and punch right in the gut, that softer area under your navel, right above your groin, all while you are setting me up. I try to disrupt the move, because if it is successful, I'll be laid out and maybe even down for the count with only the time limit of this match down.

Jay Jones:
As I go to lift you a look out at Damian and Tua and give them a wink I then go to pull your trunks up and “NOOOOOOOOOO SHIT” your balled up fist strikes me in my sore abs and what’s more just above my groin, spit shoots out of my mouth and I drop to my knees clutching my lower abs and my face falls against your blue hard bulge, cursing myself for winking at Damian and Tua. My abs are hurting and I am gasping for breath. I am in no condition to try anything too energetic but I can use a distraction while I try to recover. My hands come up the waistband of your trunks and I try to slip them down and if I can get them down past your cock, I may be able to slip it into my mouth and give it a suck and distract you some. I am only too aware that the rounds are ticking away and that we are just about at the halfway point and that I need two falls to win this match.

— Round 25 —

Madison Jones:
You lower my trunks while your comeback seems to be dying down, and I don't resist that. Part of me is surprised they are still on up to this point. I look down to you as you take my erect cock into your mouth, as usual, its foreskin up even when fully hard.

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My hand goes down to stroke your hair with my right hand. "Planning to use my own move?" I ask with your sudden submissive display of wanting to suck my cock. Fist full of hair, I then go to throw down to your back, mouth coming off my cock in the process. I then try to mount your chest, school boy, knees over your shoulders and press my member to my face, more than happy for you to suck it off while the ref comes in to start his count.

Jay Jones:
I struggle to get your trunks down to start with as it is never easy to get tight trunks off of a guy with nicely shaped hips and thighs, especially when they are wet with sweat as yours are. But once I get them down so far and as I slip your cock into my mouth they fail to your ankles. I start to suck your cock but this is one of your own moves and you have no intention of falling for it. You actually cannot resist asking me in a sarcastic way, if I plan on using your own move. You grab my hair and throw me down onto my back. You then mount me in a schoolboy pin, your knees hurting my shoulders as you press your cock onto my face. The referee drops down and slaps the canvas …ONE… I feel sick but I cannot allow you to go 2-0 up or it is all but over for me. I whip my legs up and force them under your pits and then before the referee can slap the mat again, I push back with all I have and try to reverse the pin and if successful, I will spread your legs wide hoping for a pin or sub.

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— To be Continued in Part 2 —

Published: 2022-06-24, viewed 96 times.