SECW - SouthEast Championship Wrestling

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You are not logged in. - Madison Jones

You are not logged in. - The Superboy

Madison Jones:
It's time for my 8th match here in the SECW, and the end of my tour unless some extra stuff comes up. I got to say, I've been doing a lot better than I thought I would. Tonight in Mephitis Tennessee I face probably the most famous opponent I will have ever stepped into the ring with, The Superboy. I decided to spend the day on Beale Street, a place well known for street performers, and with the weather getting warmer, people sure are out and about. This city and this street has a history with the Blue Music, and so it feels only fitting to end my "Beat the Blues" tour with a visit to it. As evening approaches, I head to the sports arena the Commissioner rented for the show, ready to outperform everything I've done, and go out on a high note.

Getting ready backstage, I can hear the early matches going on. As usual, I basically sit around in the locker room naked visiting with the guys. Finally I see Superboy come in, he's basically a celebrity. I give him a wave with my trunks and boots next to me, and then start to suit up knowing the stagehand will be coming to collect me soon. "Good luck out there. Win or lose, here to have fun tonight." I say to you.

The Superboy:
“PORK REJOICE IN OUR RIBS AND BE THANKFUL FOR BOUNTIFUL BUTTS” I smile as I look at the plaque on the wall…Oh I was thankful alright, Thankful for some of the most delicious BBQ in the country. Eating my plate full of protein at the Classic Lenar’s, I couldn’t be happier. Unlike most in the federation, my tour was only just beginning and I was keen on marking the road trip with hot and delicious southern BBQ. After the meal, I order some takeaway for my opponent tonight. It’s the least I could do for sweet Madison after all I fully intended to eat his butt tonight after I beat him. Hopefully this takeaway would cheer him up later. Walking out of the classic restaurant, I make my way to the arena. The city as it turned out gave me far warmer reception than I expected, fans everywhere…Asking for a selfie or even a message sometime…and I was more than happy to oblige.

Rob, a friendly coordinator, was delighted when I recorded a personal for his boyfriend. The man was grinning ear to ear as he ushers me to the locker room. By now I was dressed and ready but I didn’t expect to see you in the room. I see you in the room waving at me and I wave back.

“Good luck to you too…Oh and I got a surprise for you…I’ll give it to you later”

Madison Jones:
"Oh, something special for later..." I think about that wondering if you are talking about fucking me in the ring, or if you legitimately have something nice for me. Regardless I'm lacing up my boots and we seem friendly enough, for now. The stagehand comes over and lets me know things are wrapping up, the sound of the crowd cheering and the bell ringing from the previous match having just finished. I rise up and nod to you and head over to the entrance as the two competitors make their way back from the last match. "See you in a few minutes." My music starts up and I head out.

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’s Jones Entrance

Madison Jones:
I make my way down, a spotlight following me. Crowd cheers as I have only a single defeat under my belt in this league. I hop around, slapping hands as I get to the ring, and finally slide in under the ropes. Hop up to my feet, I throw some punches and kicks getting ready for The Superboy to come out. Eventually I sink into my corner as my music fades, and then turn my attention to the backstage entrance.

The Superboy:
The Superboy’s Entrance Music

Standing behind the curtains, I close my eyes as the superman theme builds in my mind…the surrounding noise from your entrance suddenly quiets down as the music continues to build in my mind. I hop on my toes and focus for the match..loosening my 185 lbs of muscle as I stand waiting for my turn..waiting for the announcer to call my name…waiting for the MY THEME to ignite the arena and set it ablaze with SUPERBOY chants. Brass of the superman orchestra rings aloud and the announcer finally calls my name “…….Please welcome….TTTTHHEE…SUPERRRBOYYYYY”…I open my eyes and jump in the entrance ramp through the curtains…

Electrifying the crowd gathered in the ring, I pump up their SUPERBOY chants as I run all over the ring side and then climb the ring. Raising my hands up in the air, I flex and pose for the fans…standing in the middle of the ring, I can still hear them chanting and I know what they want…grinning I place my right hand behind my ear and the arena ROARs loudly SUPERBOY! SUPERBOY! And I climb the turnbuckle, knowing very well what’s to come, the audience goes wild as I strip my classic superman T-shirt and toss it to the eager audience who snatch the T-shirt the first chance they get. In the distance I see a young man, barks 18 grab the shirt..smiling I point at him and then hop down to face you and the referee.

Madison Jones:
The Ref calls us to the center of the ring and starts to go over the usual stuff. Clean fight, Single Fall, Pin / Sub, Stakes, etc. While he is talking I hold out my hand for you, "Shake?" The crowd looks on going quiet to see how this is going to start playing out, even now before the bell rings.

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The Superboy:
Standing in front of you, I listen to ref go over the rules while I maintain my gaze at you, smiling..you bring your front and we shake hands. The bell rings signalling the beginning of the match and the crowd is cheering us on to begin the action. Raising my hands up I signal a test of strength while we circle each other in the ring, me in my white tights and wrestling boots and you in your blue trunks and matching boots.

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Madison Jones:

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Happy to see your invitation for the Collar and Elbow, I lock up with you. It is now that our full size and strength is apparent. You are a little taller, I'm a little more muscular, but also 7 year older. I'm still in my prime, but being 21, you have a lot of energy, but I have more experience. With the lockup established we push into each other, me having a little bit of an edge here, and so I use that to shoving you towards a corner before transitioning into a Side Headlock, your face pressed firmly against my right obliques with my arm around your neck.

The Superboy:
Locked in collar and elbow lock, you slightly edge me out and push me to the corner. Huffing and puffing on the way, you manage to get my head and lock it in your arm in a side lock immediately after. I grunt as you tighten your hold, but being bent slightly, I take my chance to attack your ribs with a punch and then wrap my one arm behind your back and my other arm at the back of your knee. I lift you up, roaring in a loud scream as I lift you slightly off your feet and then pumping in full power to push you up.. the next moments rush by fast as I take a step or two in front while you’re in the air, your body is coming down in front of me, and I push my knee ahead and let your ass drop over my knee to land in an atomic drop.

Madison Jones:
My setup for a Bulldog fails as you are nowhere weakened enough for me to do that yet, and now you take an early lead as you bring my near 200 lbs frame over your knee in an Atomic Drop. I should have stuck to my basics. I let out a holler as I feel that impact on my tailbone, stepping forward with my hands feeling rear, crowd giving out a cheer and a few laughs. I turn back towards not amused, swinging a kick towards your gut trying to knock you into the corner not far behind you. If I do, I rush forward and try to clothesline you while you are there to pile on the damage.

The Superboy:
I laugh looking at you grabbing your butt. “Oh don’t worry Mady, I promise to take care of it later” I tease and then immediately after take a kick to my abs as a punishment. Your kick has me pushed back in the corner and immediately wipes the grin off my face with its impact. But it’s not enough to take me out, I see you rushing towards me and while you go high, I go low and throw myself at you with a spear to your gut to take you down. I throw my 185 lbs weight at you to smother you over the canvas and pin your arms down so I can have a clear field thrashing your head with my vicious fist.

Madison Jones:
You tackle me good, knocking some wind out of me as my abs take a hard hit, they are firm though and not easily broken. Falling to my back, I let out a grunt as you use my winded state to lock down my arm getting ready to pummel me like this is a MMA fight. My eyes squinting, I play up the pain of the spear, which is only half show given how well my core absorbed the short range lunge you did for it. I wait until you go for a punch willing to take one, then quickly bring my legs up and around your head, and try fling you off me; the trade being worth it.

The Superboy:
As soon as my fist hits your face, your legs pull up and wrap around my head pulling back and flipping me over. Tossed back, I roll over and get back up to take you on. The match heats up and I do my best to maintain a steady pressure on you to break your will. I swing in a side kick to the back of your left knee and then another one to the right, only aimed a little higher…I try to keep you on the edge so when I grab your arm and toss you back at the corner, hoping that my rushing behind you would go unnoticed and I’d splash you in the corner, sandwiching you between my hard chiseled body and the turnbuckle.

Madison Jones:
You are already on the move after I flip you off, which should be expected given your youth. I however don't intend to just let you have your way with me as I am not worn out or helpless. Still prone from when you had me mounted, I bring my knees to my chest and kick up to standing with a standard Kip-up, some of my martial arts training drawing admiration from the crowd as the ring lights shine well over the muscles of my body. It's about then that you engage with your assault on me.

You swing that left kick at my leg, then the other at my right thigh. I know what you are trying to do, distract with light hits so you can do something strong, and so I let those kicks land me wincing as they do. Your arm comes up to grab me trying to throw me into the corner, me grunting as I take several steps forward. What you don't see in the action is that I get my arms up in time to cushion the blow against the turnbuckle, me now hearing you rushing forward with your impatience hoping to land a power hit on me. That doesn't happen, I pull to the left grab your shoulder as you come up behind me and my other right hand grabs the back of your trunks. Carrying that momentum, I fling your 185 lbs frame into the steel post hoping this will slow you down..

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The Superboy:
AAARRRGHHHH…I scream in pain as my shoulders crash into the steel post. I curse under my breath as you use my own momentum against me to crash my shoulder at the corner. I gingerly pull back out of the corner and turn my arm to ensure that my shoulder is alright. Turning around with my right arm over my crashed left shoulder, I try to spot you.

Madison Jones:
I'm right there next to you, you having learned your first big lesson about dealing with this defensive fighter. I do have a look of concern on my face though, as the new moves I've been learning from my dad are more brutal than what I was doing; perhaps my wins in the SECW being a reflection of that training. Regardless, I don't ease up on you, grabbing your shoulder now, more lightly on the injured left one, I ram my knee into those abs of steel of yours as hard as I can. I then try to shove you into the corner hoping to get your arms over the ropes for my next attack.

The Superboy:
Ughh…my abs are hit by your knee, while you pull me down by my shoulders and I grunt from the impact. Your hits are just as hard as some of my most brutal competitors and now I know best to be careful with you in the ring. I’m thrown back at the corner with my arms over the top rope, but I don’t just stand docile letting you take advantage of my position, I fight back and I fight back with a renewed vigour fuelled by the pain in my shoulder and my abs. I raise my foot up and kick your abs to put as much space between us as I can. As the audience rises up from their seats again to cheer. I rush ahead and try to reach for your head by my hand in an attempt to pull in under my armpit and spike your head down in a DDT.

Madison Jones:
Your boots hit my gut shoving me away. That's okay, that move is better later in the match when you won't be able to resist it. Shoved back to the center of the ring, my left hand comes up over my gut feeling the blow, then both come up defensive. That's twice you've hit gut good. You now rush forward trying to do something big, my hands up ready to catch you as you do. As you reach forward trying to grab my head, I fall to my back, both boots coming up into your gut as I again grab your shoulders, and then proceed to kick you over mine with a Monkey Flip.

The Superboy:
As I come up to grab your head, you fall back bringing your boots in front and planting them on my abs, then you toss me over in a flip. I’m hurled up in the air turning a 360, I’m thrown dangerously close to the corner, but fortunately I grab the top ropes and my feet land on the middle ropes. I mentally thank the thousands of hours spent in training with jumps and ropes, but I know I have no time to spare. Once again gambling on my luck, I summersault from the middle ropes hoping that I’d land a splash over your body on the canvas.

Madison Jones:
You're spry, and so I'm not surprised when I don't hear the splatter of your body on the canvas. That's the first indication that some pain is coming my way. As you saw early, I burn energy using Kip-up to get up quickly, and I have every intention of doing that here. I bring my knees to my chest, a nice sheen of sweat on it now from all the exertion, and kick myself up to standing with my back to you at the moment. I start to turn and am surprised to see you somersaulting from the middle rope trying to splash down right where I was. Sound of your impact echoes through the arena, the crowd both cheering me, the current tour leader, and crying out your name wanting you to make a comeback. I drop to my knee on your back and grab your left arm, the shoulder that I threw into the post earlier, and start to wrench it behind your back in a ground hammerlock.

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The Superboy:
My luck betrays me as I splash over the empty canvas. Having just missed you by a fraction of seconds, I lay down groaning from the impact when you get behind me and pull my arm back for a grounded hammerlock. However I buck and struggle masking sure that you’re unable to keep your knee pinned down over my back. My arm is wrenched backwards but I struggle with gritted teeth to push up and get back on my knees. The audience cheers on as my sweating heaving body tries to push up while you’ve got my left arm pulled back.

Madison Jones:
With you struggling like, I find it hard to keep you under control and transition into the Double Hammerlock I normally would do. So instead with you getting to your knees, I pull you up to my chest giving you that security you want on your knees, now with your full front on display to the crowd. You feel my boner in my trunks as you press up against me. I wrench the left shoulder some more, working and wearing on it from the steel post hit earlier, and then bring my right arm up and around your neck locking in a Chickenwing Crossface.

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The Superboy:
My cock is swelling in my tights as I feel your boner pressing hard behind me, but I’m painfully aware of the strain on my shoulder and your cross face covering my head. Groaning in pain, I plant my foot down on the canvas and force the pair of us to stand up. I know I’m losing energy fast so I gotta act quick. As soon as we’re up, I stomp my boot HARD over your foot to force you to break the hold and try to turn around quickly to wrap my arms around you for a belly to belly suplex.

Madison Jones:
I grunt as you force us to standing, taking every moment to work that shoulder as you do. "So..." grunt "Sorry about the... Shoulder." You hear me say in your ear. Just about then you stomp on my foot, me letting out holler as you do. I feel you pull hard trying to get free and I let it because I don't like to hurt people that badly. I pay shortly after you wrap your arms around me belly to belly, our crotches grinding into each other to the delight of many people recording this on their phones. You then suplex me backward solidly on the canvas, sound echoes, your fans cheers, and I groan... and then roll two rotations away from you to the ropes starting to pull myself up to my knees.

The Superboy:
I roll over quickly and grab my shoulder and rotate my arm as I get back up on my feet. I see you getting up as well. I pull in a big breath of air and rush towards you to strike an Enzuigiri kick at your head.

Madison Jones:
You come rushing towards me, my fatigue starting to show well now. Coming at me across the ring with a look of violence in your eye, I realize if I were in your position I'd be trying to do a Shining Wizard, and I really don't want to take something like that. Right as you get ready to jump, I slide out of the ring hating myself for looking cowardly, but knowing that The Superboy is know for heavy fast strikes, and high amounts of stamina. Ref sees me slide and is immediately ready to start his count as I take in some breath. 1.. 2..

The Superboy:
My leg swings high and still I miss you as you slide out of the ring. I hold myself up by the ropes looking at you walking out of the ring. The audience Boos loudly showing their displeasure and the referee starts to count 1…2… pissed off, I look at you and decide to take things in my own hands. Holding the top rope, I propel myself up, for a brief moment my feet touch the top ropes and then I jump high and strike at you with an incoming fist aimed at your head.

Madison Jones:
Jumping out after me as I try to take in some breath, I'm astonished when you leap up and then off the top rope coming down and landing a fist solidly into the side of my head. I go down with a grunt, those fans right next to us reaching out trying to touch us while cheering. Right hand holds my head where you stuck me, but I don't lay there and do nothing. I swing my feet around yours, left in front of your shins, right coming hard behind your knees, me trying to trip you forward hoping to make your head hit the barricade. Meanwhile the Ref continues his count. 3.. 4... 5...

The Superboy:
I strike your head and roar with power at the ringside, the fans loving the display cheer for me loudly. This is when you trip my leg and try to make me hit the barricade in front of me. Fortunately I plant my hands in front of me which softens the impact. Pissed and angry, I push myself off the barricade and stomp at your right heel. I reach down and grab your head and yank you up unceremoniously. Tucking your head under my armpit, I tug and try to swing you over my head in a swift suplex. All the while the referee keeps counting 5….6…7…yt

Madison Jones:
I don't let you get all that for free. You pull me and I'm quick to throw a punch to your gut as payment for the standing assistance after than ankle stomp. You then snap suplex me back and onto the thin padding over the cement, me letting out a cry as you do. I lay there on my back with fans taking pictures of my sweaty body, hand on my back, now feeling concerned about the count. I roll over to my hands and knees, hoping you will leave to get up before we are both counted out. Meanwhile the Ref continues, slowing down as nobody wants to see a disqualification. 7...... 8......

The Superboy:
As the referee continues to count, I crawl over to you and get on my feet. I grab your arm and pull you up and then push you back in the ring. The referee stops the count just as I slide in. Grabbing the ropes I pull myself up and once again move towards you. Counting on the suplex to have made a decent impact, I continue my strategy and aim to flip you over and wrap my arms around your waist to attempt a German Suplex.

Madison Jones:
The snap suplex to the outside did hurt, and before that, there was a belly to belly suplex done to me, so overall my back is still more than functional even with the pain. German Suplex would change that for sure, and so even with me having a good layer of sweat on me from all this back and forth, I struggle and resist to stop the German Suplex. Your arms come around my waist, I immediately grab them trying to push them down and break the hold, the crowd loving the struggle as your hands get shoved over my tending trunks. I realize I can't break your grip, so the right elbow comes up and swings down into your upper left arm close to the shoulder, hopefully causing considerable pain to you considering how hurt it is. I try to drop to my knees now, hoping with your shoulder not in the best shape, another high power suplex isn't in the books for you.

The Superboy:
Our bodies are pressed tight and you try to break my grip around your waist, trying very hard to avoid the German suplex. My cock is rock hard and pressing firmly against your butt, for a moment I’m distracted by the sensation and BAM your elbow hits me back on the left side. You pull down and the hurt from my shoulder forces me to let go of you. I grunt as you attack my shoulder and slide down but while you are on your knees in front of me, I smash my elbow on top of your head and decide to pull you up, while I wrap my good arm around your neck and choke you in a dragon sleeper.

Madison Jones:
Ring position is important here. You tossed me in but I never fully made it to the center followed by you trying to German Suplex me and failing. You drop you elbow into the side of my head, me still feeling that flying fits from earlier and I grunt staring to feel dizzy. The Superboy then pulls me up and goes to apply a Dragon Sleeper with his good arm, us falling backwards closer to the ropes. Me sitting with my legs free, your right arm around my neck, I plan those feet solid as you start to cut into my air, right arm reaching to the side as I walk us towards the ropes dragging you with me. Ream reaches out and grabs it, Ref ordering you to release me.

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The Superboy:
The referee greats my arm forcing me to drop the hold as you grab the ropes. Reluctantly I let go of the hold. Moving my left shoulder , I lean over you and push your arms over the ropes and chop your pecs with the back of my right arm. Then I grab your arm with my right hand and I place my left hand at the back of your head. I force you to walk up to the nearest corner and smash your head against the top turnbuckle.

Madison Jones:
You slap my pecs with my arm restrained in the ropes, the crowd giving out a loud "OOOHHHH!!" As you see the pain recoil in my face followed by a lot of anger. You then turn me toward the buckle walking with your left hand behind my head, go to slam my head into the turnbuckle. I am not helpless, my left arm free I bring it up to cushion the blow taking a light head hit, but another head hit all the same. I then jerk spinning us around, head dizzy, but knowing exactly where we are. I shove you back into the corner behind me as hard as I can, then I bring my head forward, and try to reverse headbutt you with the back of my skull. If your left hand is still on it, and tries to cushion the blow, I imagine that might further aggravate your left shoulder.

The Superboy:
You flip me over at the corner and try to reverse headbut me, but instead of bringing my left arm in front, I duck …falling on my knees behind you at the corner. This time I slip out of the corner, but instead of running away, I grab you by your ankles and sweep your legs to make you fall flat on your face. I slide back in the ring before the referee starts to count and try to keep you down by throwing in my body weight at you, while trying to wrestle my arm around your neck.

Madison Jones:
Back of my head hits the turnbuckle as my head and jostles off it. I seem dazed from the head hits, but not in concussion land yet. Pulling my legs from outside the ropes, I fall forward, arms instinctively coming up from my martial arts training to cushion the fall on my forearms, not my wrists. You then slide in ready to take control of me some more, trying to out grapple a grappler with a headlock. My head is right there facing against you, my tank running low, but I see something open and plan to take advantage now of your openness.

My left hand comes up around your back as I lay there, comes in, and grips your thigh. Right hand comes up under my chin and over your right thigh. The crowd is torn because many of your fans want to see you win, yet many of my fans want to see me pick up yet another victory in this tour. When I reach my right hand over your white tights and start to stroke your cock. I know you get a lot of action, young guys tend to be more sensitive with their cocks still, and so with a distraction from that stroking, my left hand shoots up the side of your chest under your left armpit hitting a cluster of nerves. I then try to push you off me hoping I can get a moment to recover.

The Superboy:
I try to come in hot and grapple you, trying my best to get your head locked in, but you sneakily attack my crotch and take me by surprise. I let out a moan as you start to stroke my hard cock and then when I least expect it, your left arm shoots up to inflict more damage on my shoulder. I grunt and then you push me off you. Rolling aside, I grab the ropes by my right hand and get back on my feet. My cock is rock hard and tenting in my tights while my body is dripping sweat and I’m breathing heavily.

Madison Jones:
Being right next to the ropes from where you tripped me, I use them to pull myself up needing to save on energy. Like you, I am dripping with sweat which no doubt will make for great footage for this developing federation. Hands come up defensive, more back into my element again, I inch forward watching you carefully, thinking you are going to guard that shoulder more than ever now. When I get close, I reach out for it with my right hand for the left shoulder; it's a feint. Hoping you don't see through the deception, I grab your right wrist, and Irish Whip you into the rope on the other side, hoping to set you up for a good solid dropkick.

The Superboy:
I fall for your feint when I try to dodge an attack that never came. Capitalising on my stupidity you grab my right arm and then Irish whip me to the ropes. Having learned from my mistake just moments ago, I know what this move leads to, it’s either a clothesline, dropkick or a spear in any case, I decide to hold on to the dear ropes, and for once my luck helps me out and I watch you fall in front of me in a drop kick that hits nothing but air. As soon as you fall down on the canvas however, I swoop in and elbow drop at your back.

Madison Jones:
I got to ahead of myself. What seemed like it was going to be a rebound ended up being you hanging onto the ropes, and so I was foolish enough to throw a dropkick early before you had committed to the run.

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I fall between the center of the ring and the ropes, letting you come in to take advantage. Elbow drop to my back, I let out a cry as I start to reach the limits of my pain thresholds. You are still next to me though and so I flip on my back with you in arms reach, and try to wrap my arms around your left, and wrench to pull it between my legs. I try to lock you down in a Cross Armbar now, us between the center of the ring and the ropes still.

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The Superboy:
Even after the elbow drop, you manage to somehow reach my left arm and try to pry in a cross armbar in the middle of the ring. I try to pull my arm but it only hurts my shoulder more. I groan in pain. Aarrrghhh….exclaiming and curing in the middle of the ring. I try to flip and turn trying to get on my knees to try and break the hold.

Madison Jones:
I see you trying, struggling to get free and I know I've been going after this shoulder ever since I threw it into the post near the start. Trying to get to your knees, I make you work for it to burn more energy, but I mentally decide not to go for the win with this move, it's hard for me to be that mean with a potential looming injury. As you get to your knees, my boots come forward, one against your jaw, one against your chest. I KICK you away from me releasing the armbar, then pull myself up to standing not willing to spend anymore stamina on doing flashy Kip-ups.

The Superboy:
I’m struggling to pull myself out of the hold when you flip and plant your boot on my jaw and my pecs and then kick me off of you. I fall down on the canvas, holding my left arm and nursing while I’m on my knees trying to get back up.

Madison Jones:
I wipe some sweat off my brow and move in, hands up defensive on the lookout. It seems like you might hurt, but you might be playing it up too, regardless I'll try and finish this. I reach forward to grab your head, making sure to be standing on your left side, and then start to wrap my arm around our neck. I try to DDT you.

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The Superboy:
I’m breathing heavily and trying to get back up, but then you come in and wrap your arm around my neck for a DDT. In a desperate attempt I grab your crotch and squeeze it tight to distract you, just like how you did to me a couple of minutes ago. I pull my head from your grip and stand up. Once again giving it my all, I flip around and backflip to try to hit your head with a pele kick.

Madison Jones:
My cock is rock hard, it's extremely obvious to the crowd and to you. I'm going for the coup de grace when you reach up and grab it. You saw it backstage when I was sitting around naked. Large, uncut, with a huge amount of foreskin on it, so stroking me without pulling it back doesn't work well for my opponents, and is actually painful for me. Regardless as you reach to grab me, my thoughts are that I've pushed you to your limits and that you are going for a low blow. That lets you get your head free and stand up, and execute your backflip; kick connecting solidly with my head. I slump forward to my knees, go face down, one too many headshots taking their toll as I lay there stunned.

The Superboy:
On the canvas, I turn to see you slumped on your knees and I finally breathe a sigh of relief, getting back up on my feet again. I grab you by your head and shove you towards the corner by my right hand. Once at the corner, I force you up on the middle ropes while you are facing the audience. Then I reach up and grab your head and pull it down….I stick your head down and tuck it with the top turnbuckle. Your head buried down along the top turnbuckle like an ostrich and I step back, looking at your face in between your legs…and then FINALLY I attempt to strike a high kick aimed straight at your head from in between your legs.

Madison Jones:
The setup for this finisher is long, and I am stunned. A simple pin or submission now would probably do me in. You lift me up and pull me to the corner with your right hand, the act slowing the movement as I am nearly 200 lbs and trying to resist. You set me up, my boots on the second rope, bent forward, head hanging low between my legs, the back of my skull touching the turnbuckle, a humiliating position to be put into for sure. I groan as you back up, getting ready to kick my teeth in. Eyes widen as you come running, you try your kick. I react though and pull my head up, not letting you potentially harm my skull like this. Your foot collides with the buckle and not my head, and then throws a couple of elbows back your way, not too happy that you could have really hurt my jaw.

The Superboy:
After all the effort you push you up on the ropes, my strike goes in vain and you get off the corner only to attack me with your elbow. I groan with each hit and stagger back. But I retaliate back to a hard boot to your gut to bend you over. My breaths are shallow but I need to do something quick so I rush to wrap my right arm around your neck and try to subdue you with a DDT.

Madison Jones:
I start pulling myself off the turnbuckle as you stagger back like you say, turning to face you. As do, you land that hit to my gut bending me over, my gut having not taken too many hits overall. Since we've degraded to the point of grabbing each other crotches, just as you grabbed mine moments ago to avoid my DDT, I also grab yours and squeeze it tight to distract you, me holding it there. Your right arm around my neck, my left hand comes and grabs your tights, I then grunt and lift your 185 lbs frame and attempt to lift you up, turn so I'm facing the turnbuckle, and back suplex you to the center of the ring.

The Superboy:
You grab and squeeze my nuts to distract me and stop my DDT in the process, but before I could do anything more, you have me hoisted up for a back suplex and I fall on my back in the middle of the ring. I groan in pain as I arch my back and try to roll to my side to get up.

Madison Jones:
Falling to my back with the suplex, I'm quick to turn to my side when we land. I reach out for your good arm as you start to roll, again pulling you alongside me in the center of the ring. I then start to bind you. I'm on your left side, pull your right arm behind your head while you bad arm is against my body. I wrap my legs around your left as tight as I can, me looking just about in your face. The SuperBoy has a lot of stamina in endurance, I'll give him that. Instead of going for more pain, I try to weaken him now in a different way. I slide my left hand down over your abs to collect sweat as I do and into your tights, wrapping my fingers around your cock, and then I start stroking you trying to hold you hold you here in the position that has so lovingly come to be known as, The Maddy Touch.

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The Superboy:
You slide down and push me down along with you to lock my arms and get me all distracted with your arm rubbing my hard cock. I let out a gasp and sigh as you start to stroke my cock that eagerly responds to your touch, leaking pre cum in my white tights. I bide my time and don’t fight back much, easing you in…counting to strike at just the right moment and hoping that my body and most of all my cock and balls would comply and hold against your assaults.

Madison Jones:
I look you in the eyes, "Just enjoy this..." You can see sincerity there, this is not an act of cruelty on my part, though this is before a live crowd. I come down to kiss you, locking our lips, and starting to control your airflow with mine. You can still breathe through your nose as can I, but with us breathing so heavily at this point, both mouth and nose are needed to get adequate oxygen. I try to suck the air out of you with this while I continue to stroke your cock, aiming to make you cum.

The Superboy:
We kiss on the canvas while you stroke my big 9 inch cock and the audience hoots loudly showing their approval. Our lips caress each other, our tongues wrestle and while you do your best to be a good lover, I on the other hand have been very domineering and I know very well how to do that through a kiss. I amp up the fire and let my passion burn through as I kiss you deep, gently nibbling at your lower lips while thrusting my hips at your hand, gently at first…making it seem like a natural move in the heat of the moment.. then …FLIP..I raise my body as I bridge up and force you down to slide over your body. I headbut you and pull your right arm back. BAM! One more headbut and force you down violently staring the match back into action as I get up on my feet. I wait behind you…just out of sight …waiting like a predictor for you to get back up…any moment now….yes…turn…around …Madison…

Madison Jones:
You do seem to be under control, enjoying the action as is the crowd. I'm certain you are close to cumming as my thumb rubs over your cockhead while you thrust your hips up. I'm a fool as I think you are lost in the moment, most guys your age can't resist this for very long, so when I think I got you, your sudden thrust up and flip catches me off guard. I imagine that must have been hell on your bad shoulder... Headbutt catches me as you rip your right arm free, another causing me to cry out as I've already taken too many hits to the head. You get up, start to talk to me as I'm getting up...

As you have no doubt noticed by now, I have plenty of training in martial arts. It is so ingrained into me, simply rising up in this situation is no longer in my nature. I roll on my side two rotations to the ropes, reach up, and start to pull myself. I'm unaware of what you are planning, maybe it will still go off, but I'm pulling myself up and open, at least for the moment, head dizzy from the repeated hits with the sound of the crowd buzzing in my ears.

The Superboy:
You roll to the ropes and pull yourself to get back up. Sneaking behind you, I get closer eagerly waiting to strike you, but I wait crouching for the right moment. As I wait for you to turn around my left shoulder throbs from the pain and I try to focus on my move to shove the pain aside. When you stand up, I launch my attack stepping one step closer and raising my right leg HIGH…as high as it can get to try and strike your head with a SUPERKICK!

Madison Jones:
You are right I'm not sure where you are due to my head being clouded, the crowd is loud, and your light weight... not to mention you are actively sneaking. I rise up, turn to where I expect you to be, someplace in the center of the ring, then CRACK, kick to my head. Hand still on the rope, I fall to my knees, then forward onto the canvas not moving.

The Superboy:
THE SUPER KICK CONNECTS! And I fall on my knees in front of you. Breathing heavily…I know you’re down but just to make sure I decide to end the match with my finisher… I grab your head and pull you up with me. I lock your head between my thighs and then reach down to chicken wing your arms. My left shoulder protests with every move but I console myself that everything will soon be over…I was focused so much that I barely noticed the audience who are now standing up and screaming wildly… they know what move it is and I can hear the chant again SUPERBOY SUPERBOY….I scream loudly, partly in pain and partly in sheer force of will…I hoist you up over my right shoulder..holding your body like a flat board on my shoulder ready to knock you out with my SUPER DESTROYER!

Madison Jones:
You start to pull me up, me groaning loudly, hand feeling my head. You shove my head between your thighs, you feel me start to struggle as I am very familiar with the Super Destroyer. I may have just been another person in the crowd to you, but I've watched your matches live, and was once one of those people no chanting your name. Even got an autograph from you at the bar. Before you lift me up, I try very hard to lift you up and over, the counter I've been thinking about almost the entire match... however I'm simply too worn out to do it and barely conscious. You lift me over your back, me basically helpless at this point. I groan and say something, a weak protest you might not be able to hear, "No... don't..." out of fear of being knocked out. I try to tuck my head for the incoming impact expecting to go out cold from it.

The Superboy:

I lean down to the right and shrug, letting you slide down. But as you fall down towards canvas, I use my arm to flip you around and rotate your falling body and modify my position into a cutter, snapping your head as you fall down on the canvas. You hit the canvas HARD! And I can hear the crowd go nuts watching me hit the Super Destroyer. My left arm is practically killing me, but I slowly slide over you and hook your leg. Stunned referee swoops down and starts to count the pin, 1….2…..

Madison Jones:
I let out a cry upon impact, sound echoing through whatever rented space Commissioner Starfox got for us today. I lay there stunned, basically out, a blur of lights in my eyes as you cover. Ref slides over and counts... 1... 2... 3... It's done.

The Superboy:
I hear the count 3! And the bell rings signaling the end of the match…I let go of your leg and lay over you exhausted from a long and hard fought match. Breathing heavily, I look at your face and shake it a bit and kiss your cheeks trying to wake you up. “Sorry Maddie, I had to do it”

Madison Jones:
Head shakes some, hand comes up to your face. "It..." I groan, "It's alright... Caleb." I lay there covered in sweat, light reflecting beautifully off my heaving chest. We both know what happens next. "How... do you want me?" As usual I'm compliant in my loss, though in this case, I really don't have the means to resist even if I wanted to.

The Superboy:
You come back to your senses and I kiss you..”Just lay down and relax.” I lay on top of you, but my weight is on my hands and knees. I kiss your lips softly and then make my way down your neck, kissing your Adam’s apple. My tongue slides over the pecs until I find the nubs of your nipples. I like them till they are hard and then lean in to suck them with my lips….my tongue swirling around the hard nubs …I lean down and grind my crotch over yours, my crotch is already damp from sweat and pre cum and my cock is rock hard and threatening to rip through my tights…our bodies are pressed tight and my hands roam all over your body, rubbing and caressing it with a hard gentleness of a man’s touch.

Madison Jones:
Laying there you start to make your way down my body kissing my chest and focusing on my nipples. I start to stir more, light struggle, but no real resistance. The crowd is cheering, wanting to see you take me, in the case the younger star in control. My cock is rock hard like yours, a damp spot on my blue trunks obscured by them soaked with sweat. "Skin... pull my skin back." I say with a grown, my hand starts to move down to my crotch as you continue to grind.

The Superboy:
I slide down further, kissing my way down to your treasure trail till I find your crotch. I see your hands and I gently place them aside. I lean over and I can smell your man scent as I’m mere inches from your crotch. I lean down further and bite the waistband of your trunks and pull it down. Your cock springs out and I see your uncut cock in full glory. I grab the base of your cock and then push my tongue in, letting it dig and explore the depths of your cock, brushing your cock slit in the process. My lips cover your cock head, while my tongue explores it, sliding under your foreskin and rubbing against your cock head.

Madison Jones:
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I moan as you take control of me, peeling those trunks down and exposing me to the crowd. I don't complain, I've been seen naked many times in front of the crowd. I leave my hands to the side, and let you enjoy my body, the spoils yours for the taking.

The Superboy:
I pull down your foreskin and start to suck on your cock. My head bobbing up and down the length of your shaft as I suck on your cock. My tongue lapping up every inch of your hard cock, rubbing against the throbbing veins and licking the tip of your cock head, savouring the taste of your pre cum. I wrap my lips tight around your cock and suck your cock harder, pulling in that cum sickle with a vacuum in my mouth. Moaning in the process, I go down on your cock, inch by inch until my nostrils are buried in your pubes and I take your cock down my throat.

Madison Jones:
I start to squirm now, you doing an excellent job of pleasuring my cock, or rather, gifting the loser something nice before you move on. The crowd starts to chant for me to cum now, eyes wide, head still throbbing. I let out a long moan as I come to the edge, me not resisting the action. "I'm gonna... Caleb..." I grunt out, signaling with my hand, clear I'm about to shoot my full load into your mouth... giving you a chance to avoid that.

The Superboy:
I continue to suck your cock and your moans and indications make me even more eager to suck your cock. My right hand slides up and I tweak and pinch your nipple to push you over the edge while I continue to suck your cock.

Madison Jones:
My hand comes up to yours... moves it over to my left pec... so you can feel my strong rapid heartbeat. I start to cum now, shooting a big load into your mouth. Long moan as the crowd captures this on their phones, rope after rope comes out for you to swallow if you so desire. 4.. 5.. 6.... 7...... I moan some more.... 8...... Clenching.... 9th final rope, then relax, chest heaving having been milked now nearly out. I pat your hand on my chest, indicating I'm okay.

The Superboy:
Rope after rope of man cum….I moan and take it all in…once you’re done, I pull up and straighten up on my knees, smiling….I lower my white tights and let my throbbing cock out.. “it’s my tune now”

The Superboy:
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I grab your leg and lift it up, I bend down again and this time bury my face in your crack in search of your hole. I kiss and lick your bubble butt in the process and moan as I feast on your ass….mmmmmm….after licking and biting, spanking I finally find your ass hole and I lick it and poke my tongue in.

Madison Jones:
You feast on my beefy ass, it being much better than the "Pork Butt" you had earlier. I wince some as the soreness of my body starts to show, but I try to hide it as we are still in front of a live crowd. You eat me out as much as you want, me fresh down there as I always clean myself out before a match; it's polite. I let you continue without complaint, knowing that 9 incher is coming shortly, and hoping you won't be too rough on the loser this time.

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The Superboy:
I slide over your back and rub my body over it. My cock rubbing against your ass crack and I wrap my arms over to hug you from behind. I gently nibble your neck as I rub my cock head over your asshole. I whisper in your ear “are you ready for my cock baby ?” I kiss your neck and then gently pull your face back to kiss your lips. I slowly push my cock in your ass hole…moving it ever so gently and softly as I kiss your lips, while my hands rub your pecs.

Madison Jones:
Entry is always uncomfortable, but I'm ready and nod. You push in inch after inch, your kisses to pacify me as the crowd cheers your entry into me. On hand hand come up over your as you feel my chest, my cock starting to harden right back up again as you press into me. I lay completely docile under you as you start to fuck me.

The Superboy:
I slowly start to fuck your ass while I hold you tight against me. My hips pushing my cock deep in you, Holding it there, feeling your warmth inside and out, I moan as I finally have a chance to just enjoy myself. I close my eyes and slowly get into a rhythmic move that gyrates my hips and every few beets I lean over to pull you in for a kiss. My body is sore from our action, but this…this feeling of pure bliss …I want to savour it..my cock is throbbing for a release and I know I go full steam on you now, I’ll cum right now…my cock is leaking heavily and my balls are raising steadily…controlling my cum at this moment is like a holding back easing tide…but lost in passion my hands roam all over your sexy body, feeling your pulse throb in your veins, your heart beat under your pecs as I grab them while pressing our sweaty bodies together…mmmmmmmm….fuckkk…..I lean in for another kiss, seeking that sweet intoxicating taste of your lips…mmmmm…my hips gently sliding in and out of your ass….

Madison Jones:
Thrusting in and out of me, each a small grunt as we keep locked in the kiss. When you enter, I clench to make my canal as tight as possible, to stimulate you fully. I keep holding your hands tightly to my chest and the crowd watches this tender display, The Superboy not only fucking his beaten opponent, but also one of his biggest fans. Truly great footage being recorded here for the SECW. I slide my right hand off your left down to my cock and start to stroke myself again.

The Superboy:
Mmmmmmm….aaahhh…fuuuucckk…Madddyyy, I can’t hold longer, I’m gonna cum….I groan as I hold you tight and grind my cock, pushing it deeper and deeper in your ass…..mmmmm…..mmmmmmmm

Madison Jones:
I start to moan too, your 9 incher pressing straight into my prostate over and over. I try to hold out with my own stroking hoping we can cum at the same time.

The Superboy:
My strokes fasten and start to thrust faster and deeper…moaning louder and louder… I let out a loud primal moan that echoes throughout the arena as I start to pump my load deep in your ass. AAARRGHHH…..1..2..3…AAARRGGHH…..4…5..6…7….UUMMMM…88888…..mmmmmmmmmm….9999……..mmmmmmmmmaag…oohs fuuuucckkk….10….I fill your ass with my cum and collapse on top of you.

Madison Jones:
I unload for the second time as you pump into me.

Not as large as before of course, but back arches as I do with a long moan. I catch you as you collapse forward, arms coming up around you to hold you as your seed leaks out of my ass onto the canvas. I stroke your head, mine is still a little clouded. "Good match buddy..."

The Superboy:
I smile and let out a tired laugh that’s half broken with me catching my breath. “It sure was…now let’s get our asses to the shower and get to the surprise I got you. I’m sure you’ll be very eager to have it after what we just did… at least I am” Groaning I pull out of your ass and get up, receiving the cheering fans who clap and cheer as I raise my right hand in victory and pull you up to raise your arm as well.

Madison Jones:
Raising my arm, I turn and give you a tight hug, then finally we head backstage with the night's event drawing to a close.

Published: 2022-02-21, viewed 169 times.