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Butch McMann: I still love the hell out of wrestling - getting in the ring with some big stud, battling one-on-one - relying on just our bodies and minds. There's still nothing better... no bigger turn-on than beating my opponent until I'm standing victorious over his busted body - proving that I'm the better man. My dick still wants what it wants.

I've just had different priorities the past couple years. I've got an awesome gym with a successful wrestling school and an amazing crop of students who are gonna do me proud. The place keeps me busy and happy - quickly becoming my main source of pride and joy.

My old wrestling fed keeps me around for the occasional fight. They use me as an enforcer. When someone needs to be brought back in line - maybe knocked down a peg or two, they bring me in and a teach "the problem" a lesson. It's been working out for both of us. It's good for my gym membership and maintains my cred with student prospects. They maintain order in their ranks and it's good money for me. Of course, I still just fucking love to fight.

They called me in to take care of a new guy who's penetrated their ranks and has been causing problems. Jack Burger is the dude's name. I watched one of his fights and he definitely needs an attitude adjustment. He goes way too far with his opponents. These are NHB fights, but there is a code among the wrestlers about not doing permanent damage and Burger doesn't seem to have gotten that memo. The fight winner is always due bragging rights - a fair amount of showing off. It's part of the code, but this arrogant prick has been taking the humiliation way too far. The promoters 'kindly' asked him to tone it down and Burger 'kindly' asked them to stay the fuck out of his way. The problem is that he's really good in the ring and the fans are taking a liking to him. They definitely want to keep him around, but they also want to give him a lesson in humility.

That's when the Fed called and presented me with their plans for Mr Burger. At a mere 5'9" but with a whopping 240 pounds of thick muscle, the dude is a fucking powerhouse. But with my 6'4" and near 300 pounds of solid muscle - with my skill and experience, I should make short work of the tough heel, and there's nothing I love nothing more than taking down tough heels. It's my favorite thing. If I weren't already sold on the fight, the raging boner I had at the end of the match definitely closed the deal for me. This is gonna be awesome.

Jack Burger: So these promorers wanted me to sign for the match. I mean they called me into their office and everything. Here I thought that wouldn't have "my kind" touching the furniture. The big cunt Butch Mc Mann wanted a fight with me.

Well then. I got some attention of the training headmaster. I wonder if they know this unt the first time I got called to the office for a talking to.

I get up and go to the sideboard where they got their bar. Of course real hospitality would be to have a serving boy offer. I knew that wasn't ever going to happen. I poured a glass of their very fine brandy and left it there, taking the bottle and sipping from it. What? I left some for others... my mind drifts to the amazing feeling it will be to have that muscled beastie McMann caught in my arms like a beartrap cutting his body in half. I could cum on the desk here just thinking of what his body feels like compressing in my grip and him moaning in my ear for mercy. Christmas! That's a picture!

I take my seat and lay my leg over the arm of the chair. Must admit this is seriously comfy even in this angle. I slug on the bottle. "Add sexual stakes and I get 10% of the gate." They get this look like I just asked to date their daughters. "Unless you guys are already shagging the Butch?"

It was a pleasure to watch them clutch their pearls and find a tie. "Honest, I might look big and dumb, but you need to appreciate this. I know I tripled your sales the last 4 matches and you see more cash like dreams on Christmas Eve. So it's like this, I know one of the cunts I been pissing off will catch up with me and I'll have medical bills. You don't run a church here. It's a fight club. I'm paying for future bills. And at such time I may take the rest and run. So you want Jack, you Pay $25k in gold... YES gold shut up I'M TALKING!"

They find their silence again.

"Good! I get $25k and 10% in cash. The counter offer is i find someone else. Berlin wants me. I was even offered video residuals. " I slug on the brandy. I smack my lips. "Gawd that's a nice finish. It has an apple tartness with a flaccid dick back-taste....." I would suck bollocks doing those wine commercials.

They stay silent. "Well, what's it going to be? Do I make you rich or someone else rich?"

The head of the table finds his balls and says, "There would of course be a non-disclosure agreement to the details of our arrangement."

"You got that right. I know every happy cunt in the league will want some. I sure aint negotiatin their future here. Write it up and get me a pen. I'm gonna sit here and drink your swill and insult your tailor until you get it done."

They get about their business and try not to look at me. one bloke does, I flex my pecs and he blushes. I sure caught HIM thinking about Saturday night. I chuckle and he damn near runs away. Christmas! Why are they even in this business? They should be signing golfers.

I even get to the bottom of their recanted bottle. the papers hit the desk and I drop the Chrystal carafe to the floor SHATTER! I read it over. (And yes I can read ya cunt.)

I have to chuckle, they got everything right and even wrote in a clause I pay for that carafe I just dropped. Gawd, am I that predictable? "Well seriously, seein I'm paying for the bottle, I'm not sorry about the mess. " I scribble Jack Burger in the place. huh, maybe they do know Jack....

Fuck all that. I want McMann. I would sure love to be a fly on the wall when he reads he just agreed to have me fuck him afters. I better go and wank one. This negotiatin makes me horny...

I get up and move to leave. And stop and look at the bloke that was checkin my pecs. "You aint lookin at my ass are ya?" He sputtered and foamed like he was making a cappuccino. "Porn hub mate. It will save ya these embarassmints!"

I walk on off and get ready for this match.

Butch McMann: "HE demanded the sex stakes?!! Does he know who the fuck I am?!!" I look up from the contract at the lackey they sent - some new guy - 20 years old, at best. The kid starts stammering some unintelligible response - looking around the gym for some sort of aid. "Gimme your pen," I growl. I put the contract on one of the machines and scratch my signature across the bottom and grumble, "Tell them that I'll fuck him if I feel like it."

The kid's eyes go wide and he takes a step back and stammers, "I... I... don't know if... um..." I step up and press the contract onto the his chest, "Tell them not to worry about it. I'll take care of their problem." He clutches the contract to his chest and turns to high tail it out of the gym. He then stops on a dime and turns. "Um... Mr. Butch...?" The guy's face goes blank for a second when I look back at him. "They said... um... They said no permanent damage.... um..." He looks up at the ceiling for a second "...Just 'knock him down a few pegs.' They want him to fight.... again.... for them.... soon!" A look of relief spreads across his face. I give him a single nod and turn back toward where a couple of my students were watching from the ring. I give my bulge a subconscious tug as I think about dominating and then fucking the hell out of Jack Burger. It's been the one thing occupying my thoughts since I saw his first match... and what he did to his opponent.

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In my dressing room at that fight club - just finishing with the wrist tape - white to match my patent leather boots. Went with my signature liquid gold wrestling trunks tonight. Reminds the fans that I'm still the champ even if I don't carry and defend some belt every week... Of course, I also look hot as fuck in the gear and the fans love it.

The venue tonight is the Fight Fed's private arena. It's small and much more intimate than the main arena. The room holds a standard sized wrestling ring and no more than 250 fans. Only the Fed's most loyal and hardcore supporters get an invite - costing each of them a few hundred for the honor of attending in person. The arena is equipped with multiple cameras to catch the action and sell the video online to private subscribers. These fights aren't meant for public consumption and go to a very different audience vs the Fed's public facing wrestling organization.

I'm out first. The promoters wanted to give Burger the perception that he was the main draw tonight - the star attraction. I step into the dark arena. The only lights are over the ring and ringside area. The rest of the room is in near black-out. The announcer's voice booms throughout the small arena, "Gentlemen!! Are you ready for our main attraction?!! Our first fighter stands 6' 4" and weighs in at 287 pounds. You know him well!! He's BIG... He's BAD... He's BUTCH McMANNNN!" I step from the darkness into the halo of light from the ring and raise my arms to the fan's cheers. I yell into the darkness, "You guys ready to see me kick this loser's ass?!!" I get a resounding "YES" from the fans. Mostly enthusiastic cheers, but a few jeers too. It's what I expect. I jump onto the apron and step into ring center for a double bicep flex. The ring lights reflect off my golden trunks and the oiled sheen of my physique making my muscles and body hair shine.

I flex a couple more times - for the fans and for the camera. Once the cheers die down, I grab my thick bulge and roar, "Now, get that that loser, Burger, out here so I can get give him the full Butch treatment!!"

Jack Burger: And you know how it goes.
The staring office fuck from the promoter's office that was lookin at my ass just by some lucky lark ended up at my bar, a block from the house, worlds away from his posh circles. No it's a good laugh, listen. He comes in wearing his blue blazer and loose neck tie, like he actually works or something. He orders a Manhattan. The barman looks at him like he asked for the Queen's panties. "No mixers here cousin. Shots and beers and bitters. Good?"

"I'll have what you like. " he says this like maybe he's going to cozy up to martin with that bit of flattery instead of confessing he had no idea why he was here. I was sittin down bar with my hoody up. I know, you're surprised I was in an anti-social mood. That's another story. So the Martin smells money and pours him this triple shot of toxic waste called MANEATER with a shark on the bottle and a pint of Guinness and asks for 40 pounds. CHRISTMAS! You would have to pay ME 40 pounds to drink Maneater! I even seen a homeless bloke refuse the shit saying, "Mate, I'm desperate but the sun comes up in 4 hours. It can get better..."

And that was when I was proud of him. He raised an eyebrow after it was poured and said, "Are you shitting me? Get me come McCallen." The barman didn't blink, but still charged him 40 for the lot. He proved he ain't a complete loser.

"So get over here already" I said. I unzipped my hoody and showed my furry chest and the riot of muscle I built. If I slapped his Mum, he might have had the same look. He came over. We talked.

The funny part is that he didn't start telling me the good shit till he was on my bathroom floor with his arse being pummeled screaming how life is good. He got that right. It is good.

Then he tells me about the in-dig-nation Butch had over the fuck stakes rule. And the precious little part - the high ups don't want me hurt too much. It might shade their shiny future. So Butch signed for fuck stakes, and he's got a leash to keep from hurting me. I think we all can agree I don't deserve this fine treatment, but that's only if you use the wrong scorecard. Use my scorecard and you see I am being underpaid.

I woke up that morning with a blitzer of a headache and this office boy sucking my stick. That bloke went home with a shiner and a smile.

Rubbing my head. His name is some poofta name... Benny? Benjie? I might call him bingey cuz he drinks a lot for a little guy. I look at the clock. CHRISTMAS! I got to get to the arena...
There's one benefit of those Codiv masks. A man will smell his own gawdawful breath first and take steps or live in his own breathy horrors. Butch gets a fine bonus of me brushing before kissing his bloody face...

At the arena - I get my gear on. Wearing a bright crimson pair of trunks and boots. Might be the last time I wear these old flashy things. I hear the house roar. Butch is going in first. I slapped one fuck's earhole when he said I was in first. I didn't much care about the fucking food chain of the league, I just warnt ready for that. I drank a pint of orange juice and vinegar - kills hangovers and makes you mean. I pose in front of the mirror. Big furry 55" chest, 21" biceps, tight 32" waist, huge lats, thick legs. I flex hard showing the bearhug crushing machine in action. Oh yea... he's doomed. Men in the lockers trying to get around me don't dare touch me.

Then Bingey walks in to tell me I'm on. I Grab his tie and kiss him roughly. His face reddens and he squirms like a fish on a hook. He looks at me all kinds of wounded. People were watching and he warnt supposed to even like me, let alone bone up when I touch him. "Porn hub mate. You need it..." I whisper. Chuckles echo in the lockers.

I strut in and there's Butch with that solid hero face on. And shit, he is one handsome muscled up piece of warrior wholesomeness. I have to let myself know my schoolyard days are over, boning as if I were a kid seeing the gym teacher shirtless for the first time. I crack a smile and our eyes meet miles away.

I take my time and run for mayor on my way to the ring, slapping asses and kissing babies.... only 250 blokes in here but the sure do wanna touch me. Oh and they brought in cameras. I see someone wants wank fuel for Sunday morning.

I get in the ring and I meet Mc Mann chest to chest... "Man, you are pretty. You want it doggy style or face to face?" Blokes nearby hear this and a whooo goes through the crowd....

Butch McMann: You enter the ring - cocky... arrogant... full of natural bravado. Hot shit fire plug stud - completely unimpressed by my stature and the extra 50 pounds of muscle I'm packing.

I casually thumb my package as you ape around the ring. You finally look in my direction, then get right in my face, "Man, you are pretty. You want it doggy style or face to face?" The men at ringside burst into laughter. I just grin, look down and shake my head. I look back up at you, "It's gonna be with your feet over my shoulders...." I grab my golden package and give it a tug as I yell out to the crowd with a big grin, "...I wanna see the look on your face when I shove this bad boy in your hole, little man!!"

The ref gets in between, "Wait for the bell, lads."

The look on your face is priceless. I give you a slanted grin and a hearty laugh. The loudmouth is out of words. I turn as I raise my arms to the fans and swagger back toward my corner.

Jack Burger: You get all in my face about your COCK and my blood starts boiling. "Wait for the bell lads..." I roll my eyes. it's just makes me NUTS we have to wait to fight because we shouldn't have a fight before the...fuk what? I turn back and You're walking away.

Ok... the game within the game. Trash talk is an art. You WIN when you get the last word leaving the other bloke sputterin. you walk away and I swear to CHRISTMAS this ref just pissed on my shoe so you could get last word. I turn and my hands BLISTER a shot into his chest!

"What ARE ya doing?" he stares at me and starts in on rules.. "No no no what ARE you doing?!" I see you smirking and want to feed you a fist full of yor own pubic hair. Or feed the ref some of yours. or...

I throw up my hands swearing a caustic run of shite that might increase the daily pollution index. "YOu are warned!" the official starts is.

"And YOU got a little DICK! RING THAT FAWKN BELL ALREADY!" My shoulders showing striated muscle, hands gripping hard to to try and focus. ...fuck this

I rush across the ring...DROPKICK TWO size 12 boots into your back driving you into your corner! Mocking me... the bell finally rings!

Butch McMann: I hear your feet pound the mat and turn but way too late. THUD!! Your boots slam into my back and send me flying forward. I try to stay upright but stumble and fall to my knees and and then flop to all fours just in front of the turnbuckle. I get up to one knee - hand on my back - twist. "Mother fucking cheat!!" The bell rings as I rise up - turning to meet you face to face. Not gonna turn my back on you again!

Jack Burger: I snap to my feet after the dropkick and yu push yourself off the mats swearing about me cheatin... awwww cunt, if you find yourself in a fair fight, your tactics suck... YOU STAND... I do get a good glimpse of the boot marks on your back. But then you got that face... the look that mostly convinces me you got a hefty pair and the whole muscle and chest hair think arnt an act. Makes my dick 'ard when you get all manly like that. WUUF face to face...

I smile...
nipple FLICK!
I snap yor nipple with a flick of my middle finger like a rifle shot... the house erupts in cheers and shouts!

Butch McMann: You smile at me like we ain't here to fight. Then a tweak to my nipple sends a rush through my body - gives me a shudder - makes my hand fly to cover the nip. The crowd laughs at your audacity. I glance out to the fans and nod as a smile spreads across my face "Good One!" I lock eyes with you - nodding - still smiling, "You like my pecs, Burger?" I bounce my pecs a couple times, "Well, you got a nice set of tits on you too...!" I grip your thick pecs with both hands - digging my fingers into the underside of the muscle near your pits.

Jack Burger: MY EYES TURN TO FIRE
OH that big boy has some power... Your hands lock onto my pecs before I can back off... this is the life of the joker... you will have to pay for your little jokes sometimes... AWUGHhh that's tight... and fuck that is right on slated schedule... my cock hardens like a rocket.

Chest day at the gym is not a family show... if you get my meaning. But if you think I'm ever a family show, you don't know Jack

My pecs getting torn in hard... my knees buckling... "This guy is killing me... CHRISTMAS!" THE PAIN... And... yea... ok, I know yu aint buying it...I was hoping the beefy heroboy would. I can't take another second of the ACT and start laughing. I see your eyes shift... smart boy knows I'm acting...that's priceless...

I SLAM under your hands TEARING you off my pecs HISSING pain but HUG your right leg and BITE inside you inner thigh HOWLING AND GROWLING like a slavering animal. I mean IF I was a bad animal there would be blood. As it is there's more slobber than anything as I get a taste of that fine Burly leg while sliding my hand into a controlling grip on your balls!

The ref has a conniption!
...I love my job...

Butch McMann: I grip those big ol' tits of yours digging my fingers under the muscle as I compress the beefy slabs. Your knees buckle and you howl in agony. I hear a swelling cheer from the audience. They love it. Big vicious grin on my face - making this arrogant fuck take me seriously. This is what it's all about... Then the muscle firms to granite against my invasion. What the fuck?! The smart-ass grin at flashes across your mug says that I've made a bad calculation. You slam your hands up into mine, knocking them off your pecs. Like a beast, you're on my leg - biting into the flesh of my inner thigh. My cry of pain fills the arena with my shock. The ref is there yelling at you for the bite, but I can barely hear him over the the roar of surprised laughter from the crowd.

I lift my arms high above my head in a locked fist, but before I can pound your back, my body freezes up in a split second - I'm locked in that incredibly brief moment of limbo just in advance of some horrible agony that my brain has yet to recognize. Tic. Tic. FUCK!!! A visceral howl of anguish blasts from my lungs. You've wrapped your fingers around my manhood and squeezed. Agony explodes in my groin and paralyzes my brain. My hands collapse to your wrist and squeeze - trying to alleviate the pressure. My knees start to buckle but you drag me up to my tip-toes - steering me with your agonizing grip on the soft golden bulge. My muscles are flexed in intense anguish - my head cocked back as I howl my misery into the rafters - deep and visceral. The ref is there telling you to get off my junk and then starts a 5 count...?!! A slow, mother-fucking five count....?!! The FUCK....?!!

Jack Burger: The ref is in shock at the crazy action... and that's what good church upbringing will get you - a slack jaw at the nature of mankind when it shows. I am an animal, but know it, fighting fixes everything.

You howl in pain and FUK me mary... that makes my cock so hard. The ref finally gets the stroke of thought, hey I should earn my pay! He starts counting. I LIFT your leg and put you in a modified fireman's carry (see most firemen DON'T crush yur stones while saving you from a burning building, so I call it 'modified' clever huh?) before the punk gets to FIVE I dump you onto your back on the mats! SLAMMMM! yur a pretty face of pain.....

Butch McMann: UNNGGGHHH!!! "FUUUCCKKK....!!!" My cry of agony echoes throughout the arena as you hoist me up on your shoulders - using my package as a convenient handle. My guts twisted and pulsing in nauseous fits of misery. You dump me from your shoulders flat onto my back. I slam to the canvas. My body protectively bends around my busted balls and I roll to my side. One of my hands carefully cups my bulge - my face lined with pain and mashed into the canvas as I pound the ring floor with my fist. Fucking dirty bastard. Gonna make you pay for this....

Jack Burger: The ref is whining at me about unmanning you and I really want to tell him THIS CUNT? Naw naw...that happened years ago!

I hold a finger in his face... "Scuse me a second" I say and STOMP you in the guts hard! I mean it was all exposed n shit right? "You were saying?" He looks at me with horror.... yes I am that brazen.

Butch McMann: You argue with the ref as I lay at your feet - near paralyzed with pain. I let out a long low groan - needing this recovery, but you don't give me what I need. Vicious fuck! You roll me to my back with your boot and kick my hand away from my junk. OUFF!! You stomp my gut - which was already seizing with pain and nausea. I gotta put some space between us. Gotta recover or this evil fuck is going to ruin me. I roll away from you - need just a couple rotations to roll under the ropes and escape to ringside.

Jack Burger: "I will disqualify you!" he shouts into my face. And yea he needs to vent. It's good for him life to get some of that out. I mean sister Margaret always said you shouldn't keep this shite bottled up, or it gets into your soul and festers. Of course she would say that after whipping my back with her rosary till Jesus felt the blood running. But she was good, she didn't hold it in.

I look around... where the FUCK is Butch? I get PISSED, listening to this ref I lost track of my punk... I turn full round and see the crowd swallowing around you as yu roll out the ring. Awww they're gonna hold his hand out there... men predictable hold you everywhere BUT your hand...

One finger up to the ref. "Scuse me.." I shove the ref and rush the ropes behind him, and rocket toward where yur hiding and SLIDE under the ropes like ya do when taking a base in Cricket! KICK yu in the back ROCKING you into the crowd.... I land on the floor and get up dusting off....

Butch McMann: Struggling to my knees - still cradling my bulge in one hand as I plant one foot, grab the apron and push myself up. I hear your boots come pounding across the ring and turn just in time to catch both your feet square into my chest. "FUCK!!!!" 240 pounds of thick muscle plus momentum slam into my pecs and knocks off my feet and into the crowd of men. I go down in a chaos of limbs as I take at least 3 dudes to the floor with me.

I lay on the canvas of the men who broke my fall - cradling my pecs - trying to recover from the shock. I look toward the ring and see that you're getting to your feet. "FUCK!" No chance for recovery... definitely underestimated this hard bastard! A couple hands reach down to pull me to my feet - dudes from the crowd. I get to me feet - still a little disoriented. The fans press in tight. Hands glide over my body feeling up my pecs, sliding over my arms, tracing my abs - taking advantage - entitled fucks! I give my head a good shake... gather my wits and start to grab at and slap away the hands feeling me up - shove one dude then another. One dumbshit gropes my still tender package. The fuck?!! I growl as I slam an upper cut into his chin - knocking him off his feet and onto his butt. The rest of the assholes take a step back. "That's more like it..." I look around - glaring as the dude back off.

Jack Burger: I get up and see you cashing in the dividends of being pretty... I swear one dude had his hand up yur crack...

The ref is starting to feel lonely and counting us his slow count to DQ. The boys all around yu keeping a good screen. I duck and crouch-walk around to your right flank...I wince watching one bloke get decked by you. good warning for Jack, watch this cunt's uppercut...

You knock that boy flat and I end up next to you. "Hey cunt, let's get back to work. " I HUG your leg and LIFT you up CHARGING THE RING! I turn you right as we get right up on it and SLAM your back on the apron edge BOOOOM!

The place lets out a groan of sympathy watching yur impact. Watching you hurt bad I roll into the ring and stand next to the ref. "I let him know yur counting. He said he'd be in when he's good and ready. Some cunts, ya know? Hard to get them to show up to work. "

Butch McMann: Another dumb-ass fan moves in too close and I turn to see your shit eating-grin, "Hey cunt, let's get back to work," you joke as you grip me around the waist and drive me back toward the ring. The small of my back slams across the hard edge of the apron. I howl in pain as my knees buckle and I arch my back. I lean into your body, but you step away and slide into the ring restarting the ref's count. I drop to my knees - pressing the back of my hand into my lower back. I pound my free hand on the apron as I grit my teeth and power back to standing - giving my back a slight twist one direction and then the other. I look into the ring and see you joking with the ref - not taking me seriously - thinking this is a fucking joke. Pain and humiliation mix to fuel a flame of rage in my chest. I glare at you from ringside as I climb onto the apron and step through the ropes. One of my diehard fans yells above the din of the arena, "Come on Butch! Don't let this joker make a fool of you!" I've got a rep to protect and I'm not gonna be mocked by some fool interloper.

Jack Burger: I hear your fanboy shouting... "Come on Butch! Don't let this joker make a fool of you!"

chuckles... too late.

you slide into the ring, I hold one finger up to the ref. "Scuse me a second..." I charge you and aim a clothesline at your big head aiming to drop yu over the ropes BAMMMM!

Butch McMann: I step through the ropes, like a wounded animal - still holding my back. You bull rush me like the cocky fuck you are - arm thrown wide and flexed solid. I'm primed and drop to a knee as I swing and uppercut into your lower abs. Your forward momentum stops cold as you fold around the point of impact. Landing the punch and feeling my fist sink into your ab wall was about as satisfying a feeling as I've had in a long time. The men at ringside explode at the unexpected turn.

I climb to my feet - you're doubled over in front of me. I flash a big smile to the men as I nod my head, "YEAH!!! How about that?!" I lock your head between my knees with my hands gripping your neck. "Here we go Burger!!" and I drop straight to the canvas - spiking your face into the ring floor.

Jack Burger:

''what."
" a."
"cunt.''

You SLAM me in the guts with that uppercut! GHHhhughaaa... gagging on the mats yu SLAM my head into the mats to double down... OHHH FUKKKK.... dazed, huge back and muscled body under you laid out... I hear the cunts in the house going wild. Still gagging for air after that gut shot... ok the big boy had some sick power... I roll and shove at you to get you off me!

Butch McMann: You roll out from between my knees. My dick surges to see your smug grin replaced by a grimace of pain. I get to my feet and grab you by the ears to pull you off the canvas and stand you up. I reach between your legs and over your shoulder to lift you up across my chest - gritting my teeth at the ache in my back as I do so. "Time to return the favor, Burger boy." I hoist your body up and then drive it down to the canvas as I drop to one knee - slamming the middle of your back across my thigh. Your howl of pain is music to my ears as I leave you bent over my quad. The fans roar as I plant one of my hands on your chin and push back - torquing your neck backward. This has the benefit of keeping your smart mouth shut for the time being. I raise my other hand above my head and steel my fingers into a claw - letting the fans see the weapon before I slam it down onto your abdominal muscles. I growl as I force my fingers into your gut - straining for the gaps between the muscle bellies of your ab wall.

Jack Burger: Scrambling to get away...and maybe shoulda planned better what to do when this muscled beast gets his hands on me...HOISTED and SLAMMED over yur knee AWUUUGhhhh... back breaker slams my back.. hurts !! legs kicking trying to get off yur knee...and yur not letting me move, like a cockroach on a pin I'm stuck here. Your hand goes up...Oh NO NO NO AWUGHHHHH

KICKING my legs trying to get a breath as yu tear into my guts! My hist slamming on your back ... slamming on your arm trying to get you out of my gets... Yur rip in bad and I scream from the gut cutting pain... my dreaded LEFT HOOK slamming your head!

Butch McMann: There's a LOT of fight in you. You kick your legs and pound your fist into my back, my arm, any target within striking distance. The ref is listening for a submission (not much chance for that yet) but staying a safely outside your strike zone. I can take the wild punches for now - the couple that land to my back make me reconsider the hold, but I think it's a good exchange for the damage I'm dealing you.

A scream of agony rips from your lungs - telling me I'm inflicting some sweet pain and damage. Just hoping it pays off in the..... CRACK!!! Your fist slams into my temple - finding home with an effective target. The arena keens way to the right in my vision then stops, splits into double with both images swinging back 45 degrees to the left. The ref is there yelling something about a closed fist. I let off a lot of pressure in the hold as my vision sways back and forth.

You struggle to get off my knee - still kicking your legs and now pushing off my torso. I give my head a shake and my vision pulls more into focus. You're on the verge of escaping the hold. Yeah. Closed fists are probably going to be a I thing from now on. I slide my claw hand to your obliques and grip your side to hold you in position as I ball up the hand that's been pushing down on your neck. CRACK!! I slam a hammer fist into your chin. You spasm but keep fighting. WHAM!! A second hammer fist pounds into the underside of your chin - activating the nerves along the underside of your jaw and sending a shock through your skull. Hoping this subdues the fight in you for a bit.

I plant my hand again and push back on your chin while I ball up a fist in my other hand and drop a couple hammer fists onto your stretched out abs before driving my claw back into your abdominal wall. My fingers twist and drive for the gaps in your wall - searching for any weakness to exploit and then digging in. "You still having fun there Burger?"

Jack Burger: "FUAWK...YOU!" askin if I'm having fun...I will when I kick your punk ass... You wrench into my gut... It's hell to flex and defend when bent over like this... I work to lift my knees up and it just helps the claw tear in deeper. I never knew this cunt had hand power like this!

"Yur...right. I should have more fun!"
I GRAB yur ears CRUSHING the cartilege inside both 'em - threatening to rip them off... my forearms ripple as I bring you the PAIN!

"YEAAA... this is more FUN!"

Butch McMann: You reach up and grip my ear in your fist. "FUUUUUCK!!!" I cry out in pain and rage at the bitch move. You pull my head down toward your chest - countering my leverage. Your other hand latches onto my other ear squeezing the fuck out of it. I let go of the ab claw and grip both of your wrists with my hands - squeezing them - trying to alleviate the pressure on my ears. I go to shove you off my knee hoping that you'll let go of my ears vs ripping them off. "MOTHER!!! FUCKER!!!"

Jack Burger: You SHOVE me off you! my inner churchboy is horrified I made the handsome hero swear, but that inner churchboy is really nuts - I mean he feels guilty over jerking off and tried to go to bed early...on a Saturday!?

I take the shove and roll out of my personal hell holding my ripped guts gagging for air...scramble to the far corner and stand... my back hits the corner, sweat slick and ready... standing....

Butch McMann: I gently cover my ears - on my knees after you roll away. The pain is intense be quickly subsiding. I look up. You're hanging in one of the corners, holding your gut with one hand - sweat rolling off your body. I smile with a glint in my eye. "I got ya with that one didn't I, Burger..."

I rise up to standing as you right yourself in the corner. I move at you fast with my fists up. I get in striking distance and go for a classic combo - right front kick to the gut followed by a right hook to your temple.

Jack Burger: "I got ya with that one didn't I, Burger..."

I grimace in pain and start saying, "you got nothing but...''

You get up like a moose in heat coming at me...You KICK me in the guts... I know hells coming and DROP low... your right hook swings at empty air and I scramble between yur legs rolling to my feet center ring...

Butch McMann: The boot connects. I got you good. I swing for the fences but miss with my haymaker. You hit the deck and scramble between my legs. Agile fucker.... I turn to see you roll to your feet and rise up like a Romanian tumbler. As you're rising, I leap toward you - arm out for a lariat - knowing that 300 pounds is a lot of weight to be throwing around the ring but also knowing that getting some momentum behind 300 pounds is an awesome weapon and a show stopper. Gotta knock some piss out of you so that I can get you in my grips.

Jack Burger: You come at me and I GRAB that arm..."Fawk mate, you could 'urt someone with that.." JUMP as I grab and legs LOCK onto your body CLAMPING HELL TIGHT CRUSHING THE LIFE OUTTA YOU!... I FLEX hard aiming to crush you hard!

Butch McMann: Of course my lariat catches nothing but air. Gotta stop relying on my ill-perceived "agility" and "quickness". It's not one of my core assets. You jump on me - showing real agility - your arms lock around my neck and your legs around my core like you do this all the time.

As agile as you are, you've got a ton of muscle packed onto your 5'9" frame. I feel the pressure build against my abdominals and lower back as your quads swell and firm to iron. "Fuck!" The crowd laughs and cheers at the action as you lock me up. I try to swing my elbow into your head or neck, but you're too close and too tight for me to get much of a swing going

That leaves me with a difficult fight to power out of the hold or another way that's easy but bends the rules. Your legs pulse and send a huge wave of pain into my core as you growl in my ear. My ab wall is flexed solid and holding you off for now - but the scissor is taking a toll on my lower back - compounded by the earlier damage you dealt me. A spasm of pain shoots through my lower back - almost making my legs buckle. I realize that I'm in serious danger. I've seen you put other guys down with this scissor and I'd already decided that you deserve a taste of your own medicine.

"This going to hurt, Burger." I fall to my side - aiming to slam your back onto the canvas. Your bugle is pressed into my hip and I'm going to crush your balls between my hip and your pelvic bone - angling my upper body away from you in order to drive as much of my mass into that one point of impact.

Jack Burger: You lift and I can read the writing on the wall and aim to slam me... I LURCH hard trying to shift us even an inch turned so you don't carve yur hip into my stones!

SLAMMMMM! The ring shakes from the impact and my breath BUSTS out of me... legs pop open but I CLAMP SHUT on you again! I aint letting this cunt go that easy!

Butch McMann: FUCK!! You shift your weight and slide your body to the side as we fall. I think that I caught more of your inner thigh than anything. Your legs pop open, but it's just a moment before they slam tight around my middle again. A shock of panic shoots down my spine. I've seen wrestler after wrestler go down to these legs and it's exactly where I DIDN'T want to be.

I flex my core against the pressure. My lower back is my concern at the moment. You've still got my inside arm trapped over your shoulder and pretty much ineffective for attacks. My outside arm is free. I cock my arm back and slam my palm onto your knee - trying to create a gap for a little relief.

Jack Burger: We HIT and I cinch on you again and yur face tells the whole story...."OHHHH yur didn't plan that didja cunt!" I SLAP my leg and SNAP MY LEGS STRAIGHT watching your waist get crushed grinding inches off yur waist instantly.! "OH yea, let's find the squishy creamy center of BUTCH!" I PULL my legs bent and straighten and PUMP hard crushing into your body with BRUTAL pressure.... then more and more PUMP! PUMP! PUMP! PUMP! PUMP! PUMP! PUMP! PUMP! PUMP! CRUSHING YOU in hard waves making it impossible for you to even plan a breath

My hand rubs your amazing pecs, your arm trapped behind me and leaning on it to keep it there. I PUMP hard with crushing POWER holding you there watching you squirm and wilt... minutes ticking past as yu suffer hard trying to breathe!

Butch McMann: "Ahhhh! Fuuuucckkk!!" Trapped I get no headway pushing against your knee. Fear settles in my chest. I know I'm in trouble and so do you. Then that cocky attitude of yours bubbles back to the top as you laugh about finding my "squishy center". The fuck is he going on about?!! You start pumping your thick legs - rock solid against my ab wall - sending pulse after pulse of power into my guts. Relentless and unstopable. I grit my teeth and flex core with everything I've got - holding my breath as I pour power into my defense. I know that if I exhale, I lose ground and your legs will invade my core millimeter by millimeter - doing more and more damage. I grunt with each undulation of power from your beasts as a thought creeps into my brain - I may not escape this bear trap.

Jack Burger: There's a moment when a cunt goes from defiant to scared...You push on my legs and squirm and twist and try and sit up and its not working... With the Holy Prepuce of our savior as my witness, if it were capable of such things, I could swear I have the big man in bad trouble and he's trying to fight to breathe! I crank wave of pressure into your body again PUMP! PUMP! PUMP! PUMP! PUMP! then CRUSHING BURST OF PRESSURE... my furry legs POP with power! Crushing you another solid minute ticking down into another... yur power leeched away from you...

"COME on BUTCH....It's time to be my boyfriend!" Sweat standing on my body - working like a beast to finish off the handsome hero...

Butch McMann: My face turns crimson as I hold onto my last bit of air. Spit hangs from my lips and my eyes bulge. This fucker is doing me in. My lower back burns with pain. My once solid abs continue to cave as your massive, solid-steel legs invade my core fraction by fraction - sending vibrating pulses of power and pain into my core.

I'm stuck out of position to attack your upper body - where you could be vulnerable. My mind races - desperate for escape.

You mock, "COME on BUTCH....It's time to be my boyfriend!" I look you in the eyes and see them dance with mirth. That smug, arrogant grin stretched across your face. My panic turns to fury and I ATTACK!

I ball up the fist of my free hand and attack where your ankles are locked together. One of the weak spots on your massively muscled legs. I raise my fist up high and drop hammer fist after hammer fist onto the joint. I aim for the joint on top of your foot - it's not the join that's locking the vice, but I'm going to smash the shit out of it until you release the hold. After a count of five, I shift my focus to the other weak spot on your leg - the knee that's pressed into my ab wall. I attack with my fist again, but this attack starts with my elbow up high and full bent - then I drive my fist straight toward your knee like a missile. The attack is stone on stone. My only advantage is that I've spent a liftime building up the bone density in my fists - push-ups on my knuckles, breaking boards, punching anything solid - with no give. SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM. I time my strikes to be exactly out of sync with your attack - nailing your knee joint between pulses.

The ref is there. He shifts from asking for my submission to warning me about the closed fist. Worthless bastard. I ignore him and he starts a count in his usual slow drone.

I shift back to your ankle joint with its spiderweb of tiny bones heading down your foot and drop my hammer fist on the joint again and again. WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM. Now back to the knee. My rage fueling and expanding the small bit of power I have left. Sweat flies off my body in sheets with every strike. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.

I'm not finished yet, Jack.

Jack Burger: You are crumbling slowly and yur face is taking on that red desperation a loser gets... I even start planning how to fuck you... maybe hanging over the middle rope facing all your mates...

AND WOAH! you go from victim to the amazing machine of flying hammers... you batter my legs so fast I have to grab at your arms... you shrug off my attempts to control those huge shoulders of yurs...

That useless cunt ref starts in on you about closed fists...'YEA LOOK HE'S CHEATING MATE!' I screech as yu keep hammering on my legs, setting in hard bruises!... My hand RIPS ACROSS YUR EYES BLINDING YOU WITH AN EYE RAKE!

"No worries mate, I took care of it, we're even..." the ref looks at me and throws up his hands... I shove you out of my scissor lock screaming bout yur eyes...

Butch McMann: You release your arms from the grip you had across my chest and over my outside shoulder. You're trying to pin down and control my outside arm. You know, the one throwing the flurry of punches. Fat chance there, asshole. You ain't got the long limbs - and you've got the wrong position. I keep pounding away at your knee, then your ankle, then you knee - feeling your vice on my guts soften. When you let go of the lock on my upper body, you freed up my inside arm. You know, the one you had trussed up over your shoulder. The one that could throw some hammers at your upper body. I swing that arm up for some big swinging strikes to your head and neck.

You must've realized your mistake and lean in close like you're trying to lock your arms around my neck and shoulder again. Instead you drag your thick fingers across my face and eyes. "ARGGGHH!! DIRTY FUCK!! MY FUCKING EYES!!" You say something smug about being "even" as you fully let go of the scissor. I roll out of your legs and lay on my back - holding my palm heels to my torn and teary eyes. Trying to blink away the blurred splotches of black in my vision. Sucking in huge lungs of air. My lower abs - raw, red and damaged as I lay there. Got one bright spot as I wonder how you're doing with that ankle and knee.

I push myself up onto my elbows with a deep groan. My eyes still watery and blurred. Trying to sense a possible attack. Gotta keep fighting on. Can't let this evil fuck lock me up again - gotta bring him down - gotta show him there's a price to pay for the shit he pulls in the ring. I fight up to one knee and my vision clears enough for me to see where you are....

Jack Burger: The crowd screaming for justice, or maybe pissed you escaped squeezer hell, or screaming that this ref sucks - I mean for screaming, they had plenty of cause. The ref decides I need a stern talking to. And maybe he's right? But the timing mate, it was terrible. "Oi! Those people are interfering and climbing into the ring!

He turns away... pathetic...

I see the real damage done by the crush as yu stagger blindly to get up pressing from your knee...poor cunt...

I get up faster than u...I aint saying you're a lard ass or nothin, honest... Spinning on my right foot I fire from my back a SOLID SPINNING MULEKICK! I nail you in the ribs right where I crushed you so badly! Watching you crumble... I grab the back of your head and show you the FLAT EARTH! Gripping your hair, I DROP hard to my knees powering your face into the mats! BAMMMMM!

Butch McMann: I'm fighting to my feet as you spin and slam my ribs with a heel kick - ravaging my tender ribs. I drop back down to one knee holding the point of impact. Gripped by my hair - you slam my face into the mats. I manage to get both my forearms up to mitigate the damage. I've had about enough of your bullshit, but I need a breather. I do a couple rotation and slide under the bottom rope and out of the ring. I drop to ringside - hands on hips I suck in a couple deep breaths - feeling the pressure on my ribs as my chest expands. I take a couple steps toward the ringside barrier and bend over putting my hands on my knees. Okay, Butch. Gotta Reset. The fans yell encouragement to me, but I'm also hearing a few boos and someone yelling at me to, "Get back in there you big baby!"

Jack Burger: The ref is sure now that he aint in charge... and truth hurets as they say. He gets mad when I kick you. He gets mad when you roll out the ring. OH WAIT till he sees this... I had some practice in this one... wish I had MORE

The big hero is outside on the east side, finding his insurance policy and I rush the ropes on the SOUTH... rebound running to the north ropes near the corner... FLYING JUMP to the corner post top....GRAB tight and SWING a three-quarter circle OUTSIDE. SWING outside the post and KICK our hero in the FACE double boot BAMM!

The place goes insane... I drop to the floor, sweat soaking me rushing to get on top of the big ape...

Butch McMann: I keep an eye on your antics in the ring - jawing with the ref, playing to the crowd, moving back and forth. It's like you can't fucking stand still for even a second. My gut says that you're gonna do something reckless like vault over the top rope at me. I move to the side to put one of the corner posts between us. Sure grin and shake my head as you throw yourself into the ropes and pound your way across the ring toward me. Break time is over.

You're gonna do a baseball slide under the bottom ropes and come at me like the Tasmanian Devil. My chest and arms are primed - my fists are rock solid. As soon as your boots touch the floor, I'm gonna be on you like ugly on an ape.

Can't believe my eyes when you leap up instead of dropping down. I watch you with disbelief. Too much velocity. You're gonna sail over the top of me into the crowd. "What the fuck is he doing.....?" But then you grab the top of the post and swing your legs in an arc around the post and slam your boots straight into my awestruck face!

An explosion of stars blinds me as a burst of pain shoots through my head. My head snaps to the side as I pivot and go down - grabbing for anything. I come to.... on my knees and hanging over the ringside barrier.... looking out at the men in the crowd.... all cheering with looks of shock and surprise on their faces.... what the fuck just happened?!! I give my head a shake and notice something. I spit out one of my incisors in a spray of blood. You knocked my fucking tooth out!!! It was a porcelain tooth that I've lost a couple time, but I just had it fixed. Steaming as I decide how I'm gonna make you pay. I plant one boot on the floor and push myself up from the barrier.

Jack Burger: You go down and it's a shame watching such a handsome cunt sort out his teeth like that... I know, I'll get him some ice cream later... well creamy something... you haul yourself up and I come in hard... your back right at the barrier... I slip behind you and HUG around that tight waist of yours, burying my face into your handsome muscled back... loving that manly wide riding surface... ok my cock loves being here and wanna stay and hump into you but we got work calling first...

I SQUEEEEZE your battered guts and LIFT your feet off the floor...I wanna chew on those lats and decide to merely satisfy myself with a LICK up your sweaty back... thinkinbg thats a good target.

I TURN... set yur feet on the floor a second and EXPLODE lift A back SUPLEX! Your back SLAMS on the barrier edge hard!... We hit pretty brutal... coming down my head clangs on the barrier... woozy coming to my feet, sweat soaked... and that useless cunt ref is counting to 7... hell who knew he could get that far?

I stagger to the ring and slide in as yu keep sorting your battered and maybe-busted back...

Butch McMann: Getting to my feet. Your arms lock around my waist and a prepare for the worst. You press your hips hard into my ass as you arch your back and pull my feet off the floor. "What the....?" Dangling in your powerful squeeze.... trying to look over one shoulder then the other... is that your tongue is gliding up my back???

My boots touch the floor again. I go to throw a left then a right elbow at your head, but It's pressed tight in bettween my blades. Fucker know what he's doing. Then your body tenses against mine as you engage your legs and core to suplex me into the ringside barrier. My upper back and shoulders slam into the steel barrier. AUUURRRGGGHHHH!!! I bellow in agony as I slump to my ass - leaning against the barrier. Back arched.... Shoulder blades pulled together. Face - a mask of pain as my upper back buzzes with pain.

To my left, you get up and stagger your way back to the ring - holding and shaking your head as you weave your way toward the ring apron and slide under the bottom rope.

I hear the ref yell, "SEVEN....................................!!" The dude is doing his job, but he's giving me a ton of leeway. The initial shock of the suplex abates and and I pull myself to my feet. The ref keeps going at a snail's pace, "EIGHT.......................................!!" I lurch forward and land on the apron. I slide my body onto the ring edge, "NINE..........................!" And roll under the bottom rope.

Jack Burger: I get in the ring and hop next to the ref still counting.... and I have to say that this hero's commitment to the game is amazing. I know 100 cunts that would stay out and get counted out... but this goody boy also impresses me that he might throw himself into a chipper if he had an appointment and didn't want to be see as late.

And here he is...I GRAB your wrist and PULL you into the ring and DROP to my ass pulling you with me... slipping to the side as we hit your body gets the memo that it's late for it's beartrap appointment and those fine tight abs get drawn into my legs. You feel thick furry muscle tank power wrap around you as I lock your left arm under me and force you to your face - side scissors LOCKED around your body and my ankles clamp TIGHT. With all my will I weld those ankles together with a black promise I aint releasing till u puke... THE PYTHON SQUEEZE CARVES into you... THE THIRD TIME THIS MATCH... yur mouth bloody, yur back brutally bashed and now under my crush - SQUEEZING BUTCH MCMANN TO GASPING SUBMISSION!

Butch McMann: I step through the ropes. You're on me like a cheap suit. You grab my arm while I'm straddling the ropes and surge backwards pulling me off balance and into the middle of the ring - down to the canavas. As we go down, you wrap your meat jaws around my lower core for the 3rd fucking time. A pit of dread fills my chest when I realize where I ended up. You squeeze that initial pulse of power into my core and I flex back my resistance. "FUCK!!!!" Face down and trapped in your monster legs. This is bad. You pulled my left under your body - bringing me nose to nose with you. I look you square in the eyes and growl into your face, "YOU... PERVERSE... FUCK...." I vow to myself that I'm not submitting to you. I'm going to deny you that thrill.

Jack Burger: "Perverse fuck...? Listen mate...You are not a fast study ... everyone knew that before u came in..." With waves of humping power I SQYEEEeEEEeeeEEeeze your body knowing every pulse of power is putting wrecking pain in your ribs and back and going to grind on that commitment of yours to resist the muscled thighs cutting your awesome powerful body in half. I watch a glance at your loyalists as they see your body trapped again in the brutal squeeze, some of them adjusting their cocks. A man's ass looks GOOD when trapped like this and they just noticed how tasty yours looks under pressure.

The jaws of the trap saw into your back, flexing power into your back. I LIFT up on my elbow and CRUSHIN HARD... PROOF POSITIVE YUR IN TROUBLE as you groan and cry... again the minutes tick by as yu suffer under the soul leeching crush. "What happens to your boys school when I crush the life out of you, boy? Do I get them too...?" I grin and you get a picture of what's truly on the line... I want your men... all of them... just like this...

Butch McMann: "AAAahhhhhh.... Pleeeeeaaaase...." The crush you're squeezing into my back and abs is meeting with a battered and bruised resistance. Not sure how much more of this I can take. Where do you get these reserves of power?!! What dark corner of your soul is fueling the strength you're channeling into your legs.

My mind churns between my will to resist and a desperately growing need for relief. I pound my fist into the canvas as I groan my torment - my face lined with pain. My eyes are squeezed shut as I mash the side of my face into the canvas. I can still feel your hot breath - hear the air rushing through your nose, just inches away. You pulse your hips into my side - sending ANOTHER and ANOTHER and ANOTHER and ANOTHER crush into my core.

My mind races for escape. My body is trapped in an unrelenting and ever-tightening vice. My arm inside arm is controlled and useless. I'm face down. My outside arm is denied use as a weapon or any good targets. I'm trapped. You've got me and you know it. Then there's a sudden and powerful increase in intensity. I hear you growl with increased effort and you rise up on your elbow. I groan low and desperate as my defenses are assailed with new leverage.... and I hear your threat, "What happens to your boys school when I crush the life out of you, boy? Do I get them too...?"

I open my eyes a slit and peer through watery vision to see the sadistic grin on your face... and I remember why I wanted to fight you so bad. To pound that evil smirk to a pulp. Your threat re-energized that need in my soul. But something else happened at that moment. You made a mistake and gave me an opening - a betrayal of your arrogance common to your kind.

I look inside myself and dig deep into my being to tap into that special reserve of might that every fighter holds onto. You rose up onto your elbow to increase your leverage as you whispered torment into my ear. A mistake. I roar as I push up on my right arm and pull my left from under your body and your diminished control. I steel my fingers as I lock my hand on your face and squeeze my claw onto your skull. Digging in at your temples as pour my will and might into the claw. Your cry of surprise and anguish creates a sweet harmony with mine of defiance and fury. "This... Isn't... Over... Yet... Burger!!"

Jack Burger: Your body has some amazing muscle, tight abs, I can feel the ripple of your gut armor quivering and trying to defy me. Your back I can FEEL compressing under a perfectly placed crush and I am withering you to defeat. You ain't used to this I can tell.

Sometimes, and maybe this is one of those times, I run my mouth. You get this look of panic and then of committed defiance when I mention your boys. And maybe a good lot of them have fine looking asses and bodies, and maybe I just like seeing cocky jockboys turned to suffering pain. You break all that skydreaming and GRAB my head!

AWUGHHH You crush into my temples, making me drop my elbow lift! my whole crush and grip is shifted and I feel your muscled body squirm in my grip and start writhing out of control! But my head! Exploding pain... I have to thrash and get my arms in position to fight your grip... head on fire... I MAKE my legs double the grip and CRUSH as mty hands challenge your wrist... AWUGHhhh yu dig into my temples as I grab your wrist with both hands - feeling your forearm ripple with power.

The brain claw wringing the stupid out of me... my arms let go of your arm but legs still crushing you!

Butch McMann: Reach. One of the benefits of being a big tall guy. Long limbs and big hands. My fingers are tensed to steel as they drill in your skull. The main victims of my spikes are your temples and your front front fontanelle - that junction of your frontal and parietal skull bones. My middle finger grinds into the infant "soft spot" driving a spike of pain straight into your brain.

Your hands grip at my wrist - trying to pull it off. They squeeze into my forearm - struggling to choke off my muscle and tendon strength to alleviate the pressure. I twist my upper body toward you and support my claw arm with my right hand - gripping my forearm just below where your hands are latched on. I plant the sides of my boots into the canvas and push as I lean into the claw - throwing everything I've got into the hold.

I start to jackknife your body but your legs cut into my lower torso. The pressure increasing - not abating with my attack. I howl with both agony and drive as my lower back - the target of much abuse this match - pops with pain and throbs from your relentless, mind-addling abuse. The twist is costing me - opening up my core to the squeeze in more vulnerable angles. My howl of anguish and exertion rings through the arena.

The fans roar to an excited crescendo as they watch this battle of power, skill and will. My lower abs and back feel like they're on the verge of collapse. Hold strong, Butch!! You got this!!! My inner voice screams in my head to hold on and fight with all I've got.

Jack Burger: The blinding knife in my head threatening to leech my strength.... feeling blood run down the side of my face... that cunt if breaking my head like an egg... have to keep him in my power... this might make me lose this attack I put so much into.... fuck it it already is... I'm feeling my legs tremble and my body shaking from the pain... the crushing hell I been putting your body through is wearing out. I had you for a solid 5 minutes and got you again and again...yur screaming in effort....

I let go of your body.... the dreaded left Jack HOOK... HAMMERING IN YOUR SIDE making explosive damage there over and over making you let go of my head! KICK yu away from me... rolling into the ref's legs making him fall on us... Scrambling free... head REELING in agonies...

This reminds me of the time I drank that shit labelled Forget-Me-Not on a dare... just a little worse.... I stand and fall on my ass... Gardammm embarsin.... getting up, holding onto ropes clearing my eyes, wiping blood from my temples...

Butch McMann: My arms... my entire body tremble with effort. My core hums and throbs with pain as your legs continue their crush. Both of us roar with pain and effort - locked in a battle of muscle and willpower. Your body trembles. I think that your leg power is failing but my core is so numb from the continued crush you've been driving into my body that I can't really tell. Not relenting either way.... My fingers dig harder and harder into your skull. I see blood start to trickle from my pressure points. "COME... ON.....!! GIVE...... UP......!!"

Your legs finally fall away from my core at the same time you slam a desperate fist into my side - striking home. "FUCK!!" My body jackknifes to the side and I drop the claw. You plant your boot on my chest and shove me away. I fall back on my ass - holding my ribs. Then the ref falls on top of me - making me scream from his weight pressing into my lower core. The ref gets off - leaving me on my back. My breath is deep but labored. Each time I inhale, I feel a bloom of pain in my core. I groan and curse as I lay on my back - looking up at the ring lights. My face lined with pain - eyes squeezed shut.

Gotta get up. This is the moment that will decide the fight. A fire starts to burn in my chest. Now more than ever, I want to punish you. I want to hear you beg for mercy and finally submit.... and I want to make you my bitch in front of the entire crowd and all the men watching at home.

I push up to my elbows... then up to sitting. I reach for the ropes and star to pull myself up. You're leaning into the ropes on the adjacent side of the ring - wiping blood from your face.

I fight to me feet and hang on the ropes until the agony in my guts subsides. I glare across the 15 feet that separate us and then push off the ropes... stagger toward you. My arsenal of lifts and throws is off the table. Back to basics... I steel my fists as I step into striking distance - hoping you're still disoriented from the brain claw. I swing a hook at your head - giving it all I've got.

11:03 Jack_Burger: This fucking cunt is strong! Even still, if I get locked around his core one more time, he's done. He knows it too. ...and then you come at me with fists? I larnt this from some savage nuns bitch!

You swing at my head and I pop low ducking the swing into your core!

And that's what I was seriously hoping. I can lie to you fucks, but lying to myself is harder. your hook CONNECTS and no, I don't dodge and show off fancy dancing cuz yu nearly crushed my brains out my nose and I need to find east and west again. But yur a gent, you show me up and down just fine. My back hits the mats looking up at you..."Fawkin 'ell..."

04:41 Butch_McMann: The haymaker lands. Watching you spin and fall to your back is a thing of beauty. My dick surges and stretches out the pouch of my trunks. I grab my package for a squeeze as I throw my other fist in the air and roar. I know it's a waste of time and energy, but the fans love it and I feed off their yells of encouragement and support.

I stagger around to your head - holding my abs as I shuffle. I grab you by the ears. Pull you up to seated and tilt your head to the side. I raise my elbow and drop it down to one knee as I slam my elbow onto your blood smeared temple. CRACK!! Your arms and legs buck from the impact. Gotta end this, but can't do any of my favorite finishers. Can't handle any big lifts or throws. No bear hug. I've taken too much damage to my core.

A crooked smile spreads across my face. You've been well primed for the McMann Mind Changer. I lower myself to sitting behind you and lock my legs around your core - locking my ankles together. I pull your back tight against my chest. My left hand palms the side of your head as I make a fist with my right and slam it into your temple. I growl with effort as I start to grind my fist into your temple and flex my legs into your sides. My big quads surge with all the power I've got left and squeeze into your guts. "GIVE IT UP BURGER!!!"

16:32 Jack_Burger: I hit the deck and you get behind me wrapping me up like a furry ape in heat. Those legs get around me and my mind starts at waitaminute that my finisher and whattya see his legs are big as mine? Naw mate, I thrash to get out of that shit. The my head explodes in fire and pain! AWUGHGHGHGH!

I know... the amount I drink? I know what this feels like. This is McMann's new move... I heard whispers in the halls about this move the handsome cunt made up calling it "The Mind Changer." His knuckle is DRILLING into my temple! That yell just comes out of me and his legs squeeeze keeping me from getting more... He grinds in three times before I even understand what's happening... My hands grab his drilling hand and PULLL with everything I got while I flex my core! You get the sexy thrill of having my cobbled abs flex in your crotch as I force that knuckle off my head.... - eyes wide from the pain!

11:17 Butch_McMann: Your cries of anguish fill my ears. They fuel my legs and make them surge with extra power - pressing harder and harder into your sides - squeezing into the hard muscle of your core - now flexed solid against the pressure. Hard muscle presses into solid resistance. I growl with effort and my legs start to cave into your sides but then your core flexes back into my thighs to stop the advance.

Your hands come up to grip at my forearms. I'm cautious of a cheap shot and try to paralyze the attack by pulling my fist away and then slamming it into your temple again. I redouble my efforts as I grind and grind and grind my knuckles into your skull. My hand on one side of your head and my fist on the other side. Your head is trapped in a vicious vice of both pressure and damage.

My rod is near rock hard and begging for victory as it presses into your back with each surge of my legs. "GIVE THE FUCK UP, BURGER!!"

18:08 Jack_Burger: "YOU don't know Jack!"
I feel like my lunch if coming up, those legs thick and freaky strong. My chest ripples in power as my hands RIP your knuckle off my temple. My head still spinning but coming round. Fighting your hands off me I lunge forward and grab for your ankles prying to get them open... ribs feeling like crumbing garbage in a compactor! AWUKKKK!" I GET your ankle and PULLLL!!!

04:20 Butch_McMann: You rip my knuckles off your temple. I growl in frustration at your resilience and not being able to change your mind about that. You paw at my ankles for a grip and then try to pry them apart. "Oh no you don't, Jack!". My left snakes around your head and I lock my hand into the crook of my right as I squeeze on a sleeper. I pull you with me as l fall to my back - my long thick legs still wrapped round your middle. Your sweaty back is pressed firm into my chest. My rod pulses and grinds against your back at the sensation of your rock hard body wrapped up in mine.

My huge thighs dominate the gap between your pelvis and ribs with a massive crush into your sides. My legs surge to iron in this new hold and I CRRRUUUUSSSSHHH into your sides. I grumble into your ear, "I'm gonna fuck you like the dirty dog you are, Jack. Say goodnight..."

00:25 Jack_Burger: I dare not think of what other fucker done me like this... my guts visibly reshaped crushed in at the sides... the pain monstrous and getting tighter by the second. You pull my head back and my hope of challenging that vise fading moment by moment.

You tell me to say good night what I can't say anything...panicked breathless

My hands up shaking in agony... come together in prayer... then become ONE BIG FIST... it's the fulcrum... I SPEAR my elbow backwards! I crushed yu good for 5 long minutes hoping I made a sore spot in there... SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!

11:12 Butch_McMann: I crank on the sleeper - hoping to put you down for for the count. The ref circles - keeping a close eye on your condition. He's thinking I've got you well in hand, but you keep struggling against me. I know I'm in deep shit when you lock your fists together up high. I tighten my core and wait for the inevitable as you drive your elbow down into my side hammering my obliques AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN. I resist as long as I can given my injured core. but your elbow starts to sink deeper and deeper into the damaged muscle. Weakening both my grips on your body with each blow. I'm gonna lose this test.

I roll the dice and hope for a 7. I gamble that you're near as spent as I am and that I'll manage to pull this off without letting you escape. I let go of the sleeper and immediately bend your head to the left - exposing your right temple to an elbow strike. Hoping that stuns you, I release you from my legs just enough to shift you into a side scissor. I truss your left/inside arm up over my shoulder and lock my fists together on the right side of your neck - the very hold you punished me in for minute after agonizing minute.

I take it a step further though, and I slide my locked fists up to the side of your head and start to grind them into your temple as I pull back with all the strength I've got left.

My legs cut into your lower abs and back. I growl through my teeth as I pour power into my legs and SQUEEZE into your core, "Time for me to cash in on that back breaker and abdominal claw, Burger." My cock throbs for your submission, and I NEEEEED you submit before I gas out. It's been a long, punishing match and won't be able to maintain this level of intensity very long.
14:41 Jack_Burger: I hammer into your core and feel you groaning and making noises I wish yu'd make some Saturday night with me...You shift and I gasp a free breath only to be wrenched face down - not a good position in the shark tank....

yu GRIND my head and I feel those legs bear in that squeeze.... yur size over me paying off... my face red and thrashing to hit you missing and just lookin pathetic... I look up and that cunt ref smiles at me like he's enjoying this. The house is howling and my blood burns wanting him dead....smart ass..

I pull m y knees up trying to get away and head swims with your hit to the temple... I see how back you're crushed into my body... I drop flat again and my face makes a mark that looks like I squished a bug..... 'fawk i can't move.... I'm done - I tap the mats... hating myself for it but gonna barf on the good man and he deserves better...

05:35 Butch_McMann: I hear the incredibly hot sound of you tapping the mats while you struggle and fade in my grip. My cock throbs rock hard into your side as my legs continue to squeeze. Not going to deny that I'm spent, but I want to underline this moment for you. I want to put an exclamation at the end of it. I growl into your ear, "You're mine now, Burger..... I'm gonna do to you what you've done to all those men who came before me....." I start to oscillate my legs back and forth - squeezing my thighs harder and harder into your guts - grinding my rock hard cum cannon against your side. My lips touch your ear as I softly grumble in my deep bass, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll remember this moment for the rest of your life...."

20:39 Jack_Burger: I tap and the match is over... and that's my fucking little secret it seems. the ref moves to the ropes far from me to talk to the bell table... and yu start in with your mouth... OK it's not like u didn't earn it, but timing you CUNT!...

You crush into me harder You start with "You're mine now..." My rage fires my brains and I just can't hear another thing...I move to put my knees under me and thrash and yu start shaking my ribs to pieces... hands pounding hard on the mats AWUGHHhghhh!!! I try saying words and all I got left is a strangulated cry...Your furry legs in my guts bad. I plant hands on them trying to shove them lower on my body and my power is gone with my breath... You feel my cobbled abs crumbling in your legs and I'm not happy at anyone's mercy, but looks like I made you lose ur religion and not letting up....

09:01 Butch_McMann: The ref keeps himself busy with the MC just outside the ring. I know he saw the tap, but decided to turn a blind eye for a minute. I keep the hold on you for a little longer as my legs saw into your guts. You howl in pain as you slam your hand on the canvas - making my dick throb harder and harder as I grind it into your side. Finally the ref calls for the bell and leans down to me, "Word from the back. Let him go, Butch... " I'd love to go on punishing you for the abuse you delivered at my address, but the boss thinks you're good for business. Beside that, my core is hamburger from getting caught in your legs, what 3 times...! I'm fucking exhausted from a truly epic battle. Even with the adrenaline and testosterone coursing through my veins, I haven't got much left in the tank.

I let off the pressure from my legs and release your head from my arms. As I ease back, reluctantly letting you out of my legs I see that my 9-incher is fully hard and sticking well out the top of my gear. I adjust my rod to the side in my tight gold trunks and climb to my feet for the victory shot. The ref grabs my arm and I raises it in victory as the fans whoop and cheer the hard earned victory. The cheering dies down pretty quick as they anticipate what's coming next.

09:19 Jack_Burger: I am exhausted
My guts are broke and i work to get up but no.
I can barely see from the pain and you keep that crush on and on and on

But I ain't deaf.
I hear when the ref says to you and nearly explode, I mean if I have enough dynamite to blow my nose, I would. The back office saving me?! I mean right, but that licks the tasty coating off any part of match. And at the same time, it was my maneuvering that made sure if i lose, I win. Part of me wants to claim the right to fuck you, cuz the bosses love me and hate you. but that really feels like schoolyard bullshit even for me. Next I'll be screaming the ref has cooties.

I finally get the power to flop to my back and sound like a goat screaming. (Seriously fuck goats. They suck. ) I see your amazing body flex the money shot for the crowd. you adjust your pumper and I heard it was nine inches - but hearing and seeing aint quite the same experience as feeling it up in Belfast.

At least he's handsome as fuck and got all the parts of a dream fuck. The house falls quiet. Oh for fuckssake.... its a shaggin not an execution! Only virgins make this much fuss about getting fucked in the pipes. And you probably guessed, I am NOT a virgin. Still... nine inches...

You stand like a handsome warrior, but I see the bruising around your middle. Gawddamm I almost had him... I gag on my first attempt to speak then manage words. "Where you want me...?" All business... ok mostly business... seeing you makes my dick throbbin hard. "Dad has always been tryin to marry me off... you treat me nice in da mornin...?" the close watchers laugh a chuckle at my gallows humor. OK, your face says it aint funny and we aint marryin. Can't kill a man for trying. You look like a good provider... I had to ask.

10:08 Butch_McMann: I drop my hands back down to my abs and cradle my core. I felt a flash of pain from stretching my arms up. I swallow the pain and put on a brave front when I see you looking up at me. Even with all the abuse - all the pain and damage I pounded into your body, you look up at me with a strained smirk on your lips and a twinkle in your eye. "You're one tough SOB, Jack. I'll give you that. You reply, "Where you want me...?" Followed by, "... you treat me nice in da mornin...?" and a fucking wink.

I shake my head and grin despite myself as I grab my rod through my trunks - sliding my hand slowly up and down the shaft. "Not gonna lie, my limey friend." I put on my best English accent, "This is gonna bloody well hurt...." I wink back at you as I summon you to your knees with my finger.

I grab your wrist to pull you to your feet as I reach behind you and grab a fist full of your trunks with my free hand, then march you to one of the corners. I drive your upper body between the middle and top ropes. I grin at the crowd as your neck and shoulder slam into the post. "No one said that he had to enjoy this part!!" I call one of the cameras over to get right in your face as I grab the sides straps of your thin black trunks and rip them down to your boots.

I then slide my gold trunks down to my thighs and let my fat dick spring free. I grab your butt with both hands, "Nice Union Jack you got here!" I spit on my hand and lube up my cock (well maybe not so much) and then line my dick up with your hole. "Grab your ankles and think of crown and country, Jack. I'm about to abuse your poor bum!"

05:21 Jack_Burger: You run your mouth shoving me into position Bashing me into the post. I mean it was fair enough for you to warn me it was gonna hurt. So no, "nice in the morning" seems off the menu. You rip down my trunks and complement my Union Jack. I supposed u think I'd be one of those cunts that get mad if you insult my flag. At an early age I said Piss off to the Flag, the queen, and the church. I mean if them cunts are willing to hit a child for not believing in them, there's someone's lunch money on the line for sure.

You tell me where to grab and I get in the mood to defy you and you park in place... and OOOO wuufy man that's nine inches!

I shake my head, "You must be a virgin. You talk a lot. "

... don't GO there. I know I talk a lot too.

Piss off...

I hold onto the ropes...

11:59 Butch_McMann: "Virgin?" I laugh as I put one hand on the back of your neck - the other on your hip. You're bent over - holding onto the ropes at the corner. "How's this for a virgin." I slowly but ceaselessly slide my cock into your hold until there's no more left to give. Your grunts and groans increase in volume and fervor the further I slide in. "Cat got your tongue there, Burger? Nothing smart to say?"

Once I'm all the way in, I start my stroke. I totally fucking turned on by taking down a deserving heel and it doesn't take me long to build to a strong aggressive stroke. My cock throbs as I drive in and out. The feel of your tight, muscular body under my hands has me grunting and groaning as I plow your ass. I bend over and glide my tongue up your spine, across the curve of your neck all the way up to your ear for a bite. I wrap my arm around your chest and squeeze your pec as I fuck you faster and faster. I squeeze your nipple and chew on your year, "Grunt for me, Burger.... Show me how much you're mine...."

12:51 Jack_Burger: You grab my neck and hip and DRIVE in... laughing and taunting.

"Cat got your tongue...?" I try and speak and all comes out if that goat noise. :AWUghhhaaa...!!" You drive in hard. "Well mate... I'm... partial to dogs..."
I let out a good wail and the men in the place love seeing it.
You hammer into me and i can tell you are enjoying this. Your cock finds the deep slick heaven inside Jack. Maybe the one part in me a prince like you would like.

"Grunt for me Burger... show me you're mine..."

I have to laugh. "Oh mate... I'm high maintenance...you...couldn't... keep up the ... payments." You squeeze on my pecs and feel the man under the fur. I flex for you and fuckit while I'm at it i flex my arse on your cock and make you crow some endorsing pleasure sounds for Jack.

13:16 Butch_McMann: Your glutes contract on my dick - doubling my pleasure, "aaaahhhhhh... fuuuuuck....." I moan long and deep as I rise up and put one hand on each of your hips - squeezing that amazing hairy ass of yours. "Fucking.... Amazing...."

I drive harder and harder - my eyes squeeze shut as my lust wells. "Mmmmmhhhhhh.... fuck..... Burger....." I feel you ass contract and relax around my cock as I drive faster and harder. I start to grunt like an animal with each thrust - getting closer and closer to climax until I can't hold back the tide any more. I roar in animal rapture at the moment my cock erupts in your ass. My roar echoes throughout the arena making the men at ringside roar back in lusty excitement. My dick surges with blast after blast of cum - filling your canal - until I've got no more to give.

I finally exhale and relax into you - my dick still filling your ass. I bend down and whisper in your ear, "Just for the record, Burger. Doggy style. That's what I had in mind." I grin out at the men in the crowd as I rise back up and lift my arms for a big bicep flex - all the damage and pain from the match forgotten. "This should make some good cover art for the video. Don't ya think so, Burger?"

13:31 Jack_Burger: you hammer my and I make your fucking day, flexing and milking you. As fight and fuck go yu proved not only hardcore but a good sword. yu crack about the cover...

"Admit it...cunt..." grinning back at you. "I'm on it. It sells." I flip off the camera. I see you ignoring me and flexing.... OHHH yea. Thats a man allright... next time cunt... shaking my head

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