SECW - SouthEast Championship Wrestling
Established: 2022-01-23
- Pro wrestling
- Male / Male
- Male / Female
- Female / Female
A fictional south-east US fed based in Alpharetta, GA.
Characters:
You are not logged in. - Madison Jones
You are not logged in. - Asian Terror
Madison Jones:
I decided to join Foxy's new federation to help him out, and now I find myself ready to take on Asian Terror. We are both Cruiser weights, both just under the threshold for Heavy, though he is a little taller than me. After some back and forth on the subject, we decided to go with a standard pro wrestling match, Pin / Sub / KO to win, with stakes at the end. As part of the Beat the Blues Tour, the first location I end up at is Montgomery Alabama, a place I always wanted to visit given its historic nature, perfect for Black History month. I arrive early, get dressed in the locker room and eventually get called as I hear my music start up on the system, it's showtime.
Announcer:
"The First competitor, standing 5'10 and weighing in at 198 lbs, making his debut in SECW, Madison Jones!" A English cover of the song Alumina begins playing over the com system.
Madison Jones:
I make my way down to the ring in my blue trunks and matching boots, a spotlight trailing as I do. The fans react well to me as I've been known at International Pro Wrestling for some time now. Sliding in under the ropes, I hop around on my feet and do some shadow punches and kicks to show off. Finally my music fades and the Announcer begins to call out my opponent...
Asian Terror:
Always willing to help out a friend especially when I heard Foxy's SECW fed was having troubles. I'm always willing to help out lil foxy so when he was begging for quality talent I agreed to sign a contract and check out his business for a bit. Change into my gear in the locker room as I wear the new tight shiny golden squares that look fab on my bronze body. black pro boots and knee pads along with a golden leather strap on the right arm. I go to the mirror and slap on some posing oil to make my pecs glisten. Then do a bunch of pushups to get my arms and pecs lumped. Stand tall again and dance my pecs and smile wide. “Looking fine AT” I say to myself. Hear a soft roar from the crowd and then door knocked on and told to head out. Lights dim and then burst through the curtains to the ramp and head down to the ring as I hit many fans and climb inside grinning wide as I dance my thick pecs as I stand 6’1 198lbs of pure Asian beef. Crowd cheers and I smirk as I look across at my foe.
first time meeting this guy in the ring and will enjoy making him suffer! Punch arms up into the air as I’m introduced as Asian Terror. I wave one hand in the air and feast on the crowd's cheers. I head back and settle in the corner and wait on the bell to start the battle.
Madison Jones:
The Ref calls us to the center of the ring. Now is the time to put the more offensive styles my dad has been teaching to practice. I look over your tight strong build before making eye contact, and then offer a smile. "May the best man win." I take it a step further and reach my hand out for a handshake, the crowd going quiet as I do wondering how you will react. I'm no sucker though, my left hand is ready to guard my vitals if you go for an attack as I've been sucker punched before for being a good sport. I wait to see how you respond.
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Asian Terror:
Smirk at you as I strut to the ring center and see your hand come out for the shake. I look at you, look at the crowd, then look back at you. I slide my hand into yours and give you a firm handshake taking a big chance against this guy i've never rocked with before.
Madison Jones:
I shake your hand firmly, the crowd cheering as we do. The Ref looks surprised, but given that this may be the first actual match in SECW, it's nice to see it start on such a friendly and respectful display. I break the handshake a moment later and hold up my hand starting the classic Collar & Elbow lock up causing us to go back and forth with the crowd totally into it. With us being basically the same in terms of weight and muscle, I get frustrated and try to knee you in the gut while we are locked up.
Asian Terror:
release the handshake and slam into you with the collar elbow and stomp boot behind me for extra leverage as I try to push you back. Feel us stall and then you step back and I smirk until I feel your knee blast into my hard abs. Let out a grunt and paused in my tracks as I slump into you and let out a grunt.
Madison Jones:
You slump into me and so I pull my knee back and slam it up into your abs again one more time, but this time there is more. Us still locked up, I fall to my back, and proceed to kick you over my shoulder behind me towards my turnbuckle. I listen closely to determine how you take the landing, and then bring my knees to my chest and kick back up to standing with a standard Kip-up. This Montgomery crowd might not be as familiar with martial arts, so the maneuver garnishes an extra cheer of support as my strong core muscles are briefly on display under these bright lights.
Asian Terror:
Another big knee into my abs makes me grunt and my bubbled ass jets out as I double a bit and rest against your torso as I suck in air. Feel you stop back and jerk me forward up and over your torso and crash to the ring canvas with a thud and grunt. I sit up and grab at my lower back for a moment before dropping back flat to the canvas.
Madison Jones:
The crowd is cheering for me, which always brings a smile to my face. I know I have to keep up the assault if I want to maintain control, just like dad's been instructing me to do. I crouch down stalking you, knowing you are going to be getting up in a moment. When you start to get up, I rush towards you, jump, and try to land the side of my shin against your head with a Shining Wizard kick.
You are not logged in. - Shining Wizard
Asian Terror:
Shake head on the canvas and roll to the side and push up to my knees about to start to stand when thwack your leg snaps the side of my head and my eyes go wide and head snaps back and I stop back flat to the canvas with both arms slamming hard to the canvas and let out a moan as I look up at the bright lights and ponder where did that freight train come from.
Madison Jones:
That was a pretty good hit to the head, enough to stun for sure I think. Fuck if this was my normal type of match, this would be a perfect time to strip this hot fucker naked, but I got to stay focused. I get to my knees and grab your legs, pull you a little ways from the ropes. I then straddle your back while holding your legs, keeping the ankle under my pits. I wrench in a strong Boston Crab, thinking it's too early to make you tap, but plenty good to wear you down. The ropes aren't too far away, you could crawl if you wanted, let's see what you do.
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Asian Terror:
Head still spinning from the wizard as I feel you grab legs and move us slightly out of range from the ropes. Moan as I feel you trying to twist me over and I flex my core and try to fight it altho under with my chest planted on the canvas and boots under your arms. My bulging squares are on display to the crowd as I feel the crab get cinched in. My lower back starts to burn and I grunt as I slide my arms to my side and push up on my forearms a bit until I can stretch my hand out to grab the bottom rope!! Crowd cheers.
Madison Jones:
Ref comes over and starts barking at me. I release and hold my hands up, "What? I let go." I step away from you, not sure if I should give you a moment to breathe or not... I decide to because if I were in your position, I would need a moment, and I hate it when I am getting chain locked move to move. I move the center ring keeping an eye on you. Something tells me that you are more strike based... So I get ready. When you come towards me, I go into a defensive stance, hands up, getting ready to counter any strikes you throw my way using my Aikido training.
Asian Terror:
I use the ropes to help pull myself up. I arch backwards to stretch back and turn keeping an eye on you. I adjust bulging golds and slap at shoulders as I head to you at the ring center. I get close and raise up my right arm and wiggle fingers at you as I challenge for a test of strength. Crowds cheering to see who's actually stronger with similar stats!!
Madison Jones:
You don't go for the strike and I smile at your invitation. So far I've been dealing with the hits, I think even with our similar builds, I could take you now. I reach my fingers out and lock us up, step in so we are chest to chest, big smile as I look up to you slightly with your height advantage. Just so happen to be rubbing our bulges together too, something the crowd notices. I press into you now, burning some stamina, remembering how you dug your heel in last time. I swing my left foot forward past your right leg, then bring it back into your calf, trying to knock you off your feet with a Russian Leg Sweep.
Asian Terror:
Lock hands together and slam my pecs against yours…letting my nipples rake yours as our bulges grind a bit before I step back with my left leg behind me. My left leg is already locked in place as you try for the sweep. My foot anchored so I'm not going down and instead slide my torso under yours and get my head under your pit jerk you towards me as I duck down and try to use your pushe momentuk to hoist you up over my shoulders and drop u to your back on the canvas and keep hands locked as I bridge my head and torso up off the canvas while your shoulders are flat and ref slaps 1!! Crowd goes wild as I finally counter a move.
Madison Jones:
You manage to surprise me, my back hitting the canvas with a nice meaty splat. Crowd cheers as I groan. You start trying to hold me down as the ref starts counting, but I'm far from being worn down enough to lose to a pinfall. I bring my knees up towards my gut, close to your head in fact with your arched backwards with your sexy torso and bulging crotch on display for the audience. I then KICK out, similar to the Kip-up I did early. Ref sees my shoulders come off the canvas as you fall on top of me, my breathing starting to show. I wrap my hand around your neck on my torso then turn us over, and get myself to my knees putting you in a solid Side Headlock... your face pressed right against my sweaty pec.
Asian Terror:
Head tucked under the tour pit as you roll us to the side. I push my legs under me and drive a big forearm into your kidney once, twice and three times as I try to pull my head free.
Madison Jones:
I grunt once... twice from the hits. "Fucker!" I try to power through these hits, but kidney shots are never easy to take. I release your head and shove you away, causing you to topple over in the ring. I rub my oblige feeling the pain from the hits and rise up to my feet while doing so. I then step forward, jump, and try to land an elbow drop on either your back or chest depending on how you fell.
Asian Terror:
Snicker as I feel you release my head and then get shoved and hit canvas and roll over and look up. I see you leap up aiming to drive that big elbow into my chest and I roll closer to the ropes to avoid it. Big empty canvas to greet you as I stand up and adjust myself then move to you and grab your hair and jerk you up. I tuck your head under my pit and seop back quickly and hard to the canvas with a big ddt!! Crowd cheers again as I try to turn things around.
Madison Jones:
You land the DDT on me and I go flat, sound echoing through the arena. After I fall I bring my hands up to the back of my head, roll side to side and finally onto my back. I lay there for a moment, seemingly out, maybe groaning in pain. ...It's a trick. As soon as you go for a pin, I reach out to grab you and put you in something nasty.
Asian Terror:
Finally get the boy rattled a bit and quickly circle around to your head and as you roll side to side and finally stop I leap up to spike my knee square I to your forehead to try and get you more rattled.
Madison Jones:
It was a good thing I was playing possum, as you jump in the air my eyes go wide and I roll to the side fast letting your knees take the hit to the canvas full force. I get on my hands and knees and shake my head side to side, vision blurred a little from the DDT you did to me.
Asian Terror:
Yelp as knee strikes the empty canvas. I bounce and push up to my feet with the good leg as I shake out my hurting right leg. I limp to you with you on all fours. I grab your head and pull you up rubbing your face along my bulging gear. Slip your head under my pit and start to rock side to side then twist us back to back before dropping with a huge spinning neckbreaker!!
Madison Jones:
You slam me down on my back, this time I'm clearly hurt. "Fu...ck..." You hear me say over the sound of the crowd, my hands coming to my neck. I'm starting to regret easing up on you... I dig into my tank and force myself to roll over away from you to the ropes.... I'm breathing hard, sweating badly, but I seem really determined to hang in there. Hand on the second rope, I start to pull myself up... clearly my momentum is fading.
Nail the move and smile wide as I push to my feet and see you dragging yourself up by the ropes. Quickly grab your shoulders and spin you around fast. I duck low and drive up with a sick European uppercut to your jaw determined to keep your brain rattled!! Crowd roaring for Asian Terror.
Madison Jones:
As I'm getting to standing, you try to hit me with a European Upper, but I am not defenseless. Martial arts training kicks in, Aikido like mentioned before, I manage to dodge to the left grabbing that arm. I pivot to the side, pull it over my shoulder, and then flip you over my shoulder onto the canvas on your back before me. I'm breathing heavily, I know my condition is getting worse. I look over you to try and see how well you are doing.
Asian Terror:
Miss with the big Euro and arm grabbed and thrown over your back to the canvas with a third and I grunt as I roll to the side and look for you. Bronze body glistening with sweat as I start to roll away towards the ring ropes and slip outside to get a moment to recover. Some fans slapping at my broad back and arms for encouragement as I walk outside the ring.
Madison Jones:
I see you slip out, and bring my hand up to my head to assess my damage, shake it a little. Normally people don't try to knock me out. I rise up using the ropes, move back to center, and stand there. I keep my eyes on you best I can. Ref starts his count, "1... 2..." When you come back into the ring, and come in reach, I put up my hands defensively looking to block incoming grapples. I do it last minute, so it isn't obvious I'm trying to do a counter attack.
Asian Terror:
I keep pacing to recover a bit more than climb the ring stairs and slide back into the ring as the ref gets to 8. I slap at my shoulders and move forward towards you and raise up arms for the collar elbow. I get into range and deliver a snap kick to your right quad then. Left and finally back to your right again.
Madison Jones:
Well while you were walking around out there, I wasn't standing around doing nothing. I've been resting that whole time, adjusting my head, and getting ready while the Ref patiently counts. You come back in range and I'm looking to counter. You hit my quad and make me grunt again, but you give away your strategy when you go for the second one. I grab that leg, pull it close to my chest, and pull backwards with the center of the ring. I wrap my legs around your leg giving a tight pull to the tendons, hoping to slow you down this match, applying a Reverse Achilles Lock to your leg.
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Asian Terror:
Ooohhh fuck you catch my leg and trip me back firet to the canvas with a thud. My foot jerked under your pit and feel you stretch me hard and yelp in pain as fist slams the canvas.
Madison Jones:
With us in the center of the ring, I think I might be able to take you out here, and while a win is a win... I don't find this move very much fun. I give you another good tug though and hold the move nice and steady, hoping to hurt your leg for the match... but not aim for a full on injury.
Asian Terror:
Feel you wrench my leg and squirm and gowl out as I lash to the side, reach up and grab your boot ankle and give it a wrench trying to make you stop getting my leg!!
Madison Jones:
I watch you squirm, it is so satisfying given how much trouble you've given me so far, but this isn't how I want to end you. The crowd is even cheering, calling for a tap-out, and they seem disappointed when I release and get to my knees. I grab that injured leg as I stand up, raise it up high, and slam it down knee first piling on some more punishment to it.
Asian Terror:
Feel you let go and I roll away and grab my leg and then you raise it up and slam it to the canvas with a thud. I howl and roll to the ropes needing a second to let the pain subside.
Madison Jones:
You can see in my face a desire to put this to an end, me remembering how I eased up before and you started trying to knock me out. I move in after you, grab your arm, Irish Whip you into the opposite ropes. When you rebound, I get ready to jump, trying to land a solid Drop Kick to your chest, hoping your hurt leg makes it unlikely for you to dodge.
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Asian Terror:
Get up to my feet and feel you grab my arm and shoot me off into the ropes and as I rebound knee buckles and I drop to a knee and see you leap up and think wow knee giving up saved me from a painful move. I slide over to you quickly and slam my right hand onto your forehead and fingers stretch out to your temples. Free hand circles around my wrist as I lean forward and pish all my weight down with the Night Terror Skull Crusher move. Well see how tough the guy is as ive kod many wrestlers before the with this move from the excruciating temple pain! I roar out as arms flex and my back ripples and push down with all my might.
Madison Jones:
I miss with the dropkick because of your stumble, and as a result I come falling to the canvas. Thing is, like most wrestlers, I know how to land with a missed dropkick; nobody misses the move and becomes completely helpless on the ground. You come at me now, desperate to lock in your finisher, and to your credit, I've never seen a move like this done before. Fingers in my temples over my face, I cry out in pain, but again I am not helpless. I start to react as you go into your push-up position, getting ready to drop all the weight you can muster from your near 200 lbs.
The big thing you overlook is that I threw you to the other side of the ring for a rebound from those ropes you were leaning on. When I fall from the missed dropkick, I fall right next to them. So as soon as you start to apply pain, my instinct kicks in and I grab the rope, reacting as though this is a submission move. The ref sees me grabbing the rope, and orders you to break the hold. If you keep it on, you may very well knock me out like many of your past opponents, but the ref will disqualify you for it.
Asian Terror:
I keep the pressure on. Arm and back flexing trying to inflict as much damage as possible. Ref starts to yell 1..2..3..4. I pull hands free at 4.5 and roar in anger as I want to end you. I grab ropes and push up to my feet and shake out my legs and snarl at you to get up and as you push to your knees I strike out with a roundhouse aimed at the side of your head! Fans going nuts at the brutal intense match happening in front of them!
Madison Jones:
I fall to my side from your cruel roundhouse, and now it is my turn to slide out of the ring. I'm shaking my head, dizzy, and not very happy from you trying to knock me out. I start to walk away playing up my dizziness, but it is a ploy. You seem pretty angry, so it seems likely you will come after me. If you come near me, I plan to bash your head into the barricade. Meanwhile the Ref starts his count. 1... 2....
Asian Terror:
Roar in anger as you drop to the canvas and roll out the ring. I drop down and slide out after you as the ref yells at both of us to get into the ring! Seeing you stumble I reach forward to grab your head and spin you around for a euro!!
Madison Jones:
And like I said, as soon as you come in range, I grab your head and slam it into the barricade. The fans next to us cheer, but I really am dizzy. Still holding your head, I bring my knee into your gut again and let go, then stumble to the ring and slide in hoping you are stunned for a moment.
The ref continues to count. 3... 4... 5...
Asian Terror:
Head slams into the barricade bouncing off it and leaning against it as eyes bulge wide. Your knee hammers my abs and I double up and drop to a knee shaking my head and moan out as I feel a fan tap my shoulder for support.
Madison Jones:
I'm in the ring, on my knees, one hand on the canvas, shaking my head. Truth is, I've never been knocked before, though I've suffered a couple concussions. I look over to you while you are doubled over, and push myself up to standing. I back away to the opposite corner, knowing you have a lot of distance to cover before you can attack me. I wait there for a moment, hand on the rope, recovering as much as I can while you are outside the ring. Ref keeps counting. 6... 7... 8...
Asian Terror:
Hear the ref continue to count and slowly stagger to the ring and lean against the apron and hear the 9. Grunt as I pull myself onto the ring apron and roll under the ropes. Ref yells to continue. I grab ropes and pull myself up to look over at you and realize you’re not looking in great shape either. My thick pecs heave up and down as I catch my breath and just lean for a moment.
Madison Jones:
I'm standing there, arm on the ropes, my chest also heaving as my body drips sweat. The crowd can tell we are really going at it. It's now or never. Having maybe the slightest advantage by virtue of resting a little more, I rush at you full speed and try to Spear you in the corner. Let's see if I hit, or if I miss and hurt my shoulder really bad.
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Asian Terror:
Catching breath and recovering and see you pish off the ropes so I take a cautious and tired step forward. I start to raise hands for collar elbow and see your pace quicken and your shoulder suddenly drop. Brain tells legs to move to the right. They don't respond and your shoulder blasts into my hard abs and go flying back the 2 steps I to the ring corner. My arms hook over the too rope as I grunt in pain. Arms saving me from dropping to my ass.
Madison Jones:
I land with the hit, the crowd cheering as I do, however it didn't completely throw you into the corner like I was expecting. Now I find my arms around your sides with my shoulder in your gut, hopefully you are out of breath from soaking the hit. I buckle my hands behind your back, lower my knees, clench up my core, and then perform a Northern Light Suplex. As my body arching back, I hold you in a pin.
Ref slides down and starts to count along with the crowd. 1... 2...
Asian Terror:
Feel you hook your arms around my back and suddenly hoist up and over as my back splats on the canvas and you bridge up. Boot kicks the canvas and reaches deep, barely able to twist to the side and get shoulder up. The folks in the arena are going crazy as I just cashed in 1 of my 9 lives!!
Madison Jones:
My bridge collapses, then I turn over on my front pushing my chest up, complete shock you kicked out. I am so fucking tired at this point, and my head is pounding. I grab your arm and go for one of my more simple, yet highly effective submissions. I pull that arm to my chest, drop my boots across your pecs, and pull it tight. I lock in, a cross armbar submission.
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Asian Terror:
Feel you grab my big arm and I howl out and kick in pain and jerk my body on the canvas. Free hand slapping at my side and looking over my shoulder to see the ropes. Arm stretches out and fingers barely curl onto the bottom rope. Ref calls for break and Mixed reaction from the crowd, your new fans booing as they thought you had me while mine cheer that it's not over yet.
Madison Jones:
I break the hold. Not very happy this is still going. I wonder why you didn't name yourself Asian Phoenix. Knowing how dangerous you can be, my cautious nature kicks in again, and so I roll on my side away from you a full rotation. Push myself up to standing, arms and legs shaky as I'm clearly running on empty with the burn of lactic acid coursing through my muscles. I wait for you to start getting up, then I lunge forward similar to how you attacked me when I was pulling myself up on the ropes. I aim to grab that bad leg I hurt, grasp both hands behind the joint foot in my armpit, and fall backwards hoping to completely disable hoping it doesn't end up an injury... if you are unlucky... it just might be.
Asian Terror:
Feel you grab my leg and tuck boot under your pit and you hold onto the knee area, and then snap back driving my foot into the canvas as you wrench and jar my knee. I yelp out in pain and buck on the canvas grabbing at my hurting knee, pulling it into my torso as I rock side to side with my face twisted in pain.
Madison Jones:
I grab that other leg now, and PULL you away from the ropes flipping you over on your front in the process. I am so tired. I force myself up to standing and do a move I never do. Holding that good leg, because I don't want to risk harming the bad one anymore, I pull it up over the back of my neck. I drop a knee on your back, wrench that good knee back far applying a Stretch Muffler. I don't like reaching into my dad's tool kit, but right now, this is the tool I need.
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"Give... UP!" I growl hoping I don't have to hurt you more.
Asian Terror:
Mybobe leg trashed and now going after the last good one as you roll me into my belly and feel you twist my leg brutally. Howling in pain as hands reach for ropes but they’re out of range. I howl even more and try to fight the pain and then it just too much and slam fist to the canvas and yell give at the ref. He tells you to let go and signals for the bell. Ding ding ding.
Madison Jones:
I release you, immediately, fall to my knees. Shake my head and sweat comes flings off my hair, a few drops from my face falling on your back. I take some deep breaths, then look to your bad leg, starting to check it. "How... bad is... it?" I ask between breaths.
Asian Terror:
I feel you let go and moan in pain as the ref grabs your hand and holds it up high. I rock side to side grabbing at both legs and roll to the ropes and mutter “It’s fine.” under my breath. Slide outside as you continue to pose to the crowd and I limp back to the locker room disappointed I lost my debut match in SECW.
Madison Jones:
I stand there with my arm raised... my trunks tenting with my victory. I'm tempted to chase you down and claim the stakes I rightfully earned. But it doesn't matter, I'm better than that. I bask in the glory of the crowd then finally make my way towards the back holding my head. I need a drink.
Published: 2022-02-02, viewed 118 times.
TJ-Pro
2022-03-24 07:29Great match! Fantastic finish. Well done guys
Madison Jones
2022-03-24 07:45(In reply to this)
Thanks! It was a good match.
Fearless Freddie
2022-02-09 13:21Great tour debut match - nice finisher from Madison, he is gonna be one to watch on the tour
Madison Jones
2022-02-09 17:16(In reply to this)
Feeling pretty good so far and looking for more action.
Starfox
2022-02-06 22:12SECW's Beat The Blues Tour starts off with what appears to be a mismatch between the powerful Asian Terror and the blue collar pro Madison Jones. When i saw this match up I thought for sure AT would be favored to win it but man MJ came out firing on all cylinders and exposed AT badly. MJ controlled this match from start to finish, the strong Terror never really able to get his offense going and use those gym muscles on the blue collar boy. Madison put AT through the ringer and kicks off his Tour with an impressive win while AT gets handed a tough loss. Gotta be a body blow to the muscle hunk's morale. Can eh recover going forward? Can MJ keep up this pace? Time will tell! Nice match gents, way to start off our Beat The Blues Tour! Well done!
Madison Jones
2022-02-06 22:52(In reply to this)
Thank you Commissioner Foxy. I was worried going into this one, and I feel like you give me too much credit here. Asian Terror was tough, and in this case, I feel like I only managed to get by at the end thanks to using some of his own tactics against him. Sliding out of the ring to recover and a nasty headshot of my own with him bouncing off the barricade. Wasn't too happy with him leaving me hanging at the end.
Can't wait to see how the rest of the tour plays out.
Shane Cassidy
2022-02-02 21:22Great action from both studs and Madison earned that HUGE win ..pity he didn’t claim his stakes though!
Madison Jones
2022-02-02 22:25(In reply to this)
I'm not the type to chase a person down and force it.