SECW - SouthEast Championship Wrestling

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The South East Championship Wrestling federation, or SECW, is having its first Pay Per View event, the Shamrock Slam. Madison Jones, the winner of the Beat the Blue Tour in February, has offered himself up for a Gauntlet match after working out the details with Commissioner Starfox. He is to take on five opponents in a row, win or lose each round, he continues until he is unable to fight, or all five rounds are cleared. Victory is only determined if he gets three or more wins against his opponents. His opponents are the same ones he defeated the month before on the tour. In this Gauntlet, only submission and emission count for victory, with Madison starting with a single 90 second break he can use between rounds. If he defeats an opponent, he earns another.

Additionally, in the spirit of St. Patrick's Day, a shot of Green Spot Irish Whiskey will be provided to him along with water at the start of each round. With the big day having arrived, he gets ready backstage.

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You are not logged in. - Madison Jones - Age 28, 5’9”, 198 lbs, 8” Cock (Uncut)

Madison Jones:
I sit around backstage, one final check on my phone. See a message from my dad wishing me luck. First up is going to be Cody North, he was tough so I'm happy to take him out of the line first. Stagehand calls me over, so I slip on my blue trunks, lace up my boots, and head on out as I hear the Announcer start to introduce me. Deep breath, this is probably going to be the most intense thing I've ever done in the ring. I head out.

Announcer:
This match is a five round Gauntlet! The Challenger, standing at 5'10" weighing in at 198 lbs, and winner of the Beat the Blues Tour... Madison Jones!

Madison Jones:
An English cover of the song Alumina begins playing over the com system.

Madison’s Entrance

The lights dim as I make my way down to the ring, a green spotlight in the shape of a Four Leaf Clover following me. The crowd is cheering, I've built up a good following with the success of last month. I hold out my hands, slapping a few of the fans lucky enough to be seated so close to the ramp, get to the ring and slide into it. Stagehand is there by my corner, pours a shot of the whiskey for me, and I happily accept it. Climb a turnbuckle, hold up my left fist in the air, and take the shot with my right. Hop down getting ready as my music fades, Cody North coming out shortly.

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Cody North:
I'm browsing through Twitter while waiting backstage. The hype is real, the odds are against you, and the Twitter pundits are out in force. Some of them think you won't make it through the first round, others are wondering why management put me in as your first opponent. The backstage staff call me over, I'm already dressed in a black sports jacket with red outlines. Underneath, I'm wearing a slight variation of my usual gear, green-and-white instead of red-and-white, with a green maple leaf instead, with green boots and knee-pads.

Announcer: And his first opponent... standing at 6'0" and weighing 200 lbs... the West Coast Warrior himself... Cooooody NOOOOOORTH!

Cody North:
Motley Crue's Dr Feelgood blasting over the arena.

I head out onto the ramp, taking off my jacket, showing off my chiselled body. FLEX a bicep for the fans before strutting down the ring. Half the crowd is booing me, I smirk and kiss my flexed bicep. Climb up on the ropes, salute the crowd before stepping through them, into the ring. In the ring centre, I FLEX again, before getting into my corner...

Madison Jones:
I watch Cody come out and I remember our match well, all of it. Once he comes to the center of the ring, I hold out my hand to start this off right with a handshake. I might be risking too much, ready to guard my groin just in case he is seeking revenge... which might be the theme of tonight. "Good to see you again."

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Cody North:
You approach me, holding out a hand, looking slightly worried even though the bell hasn't even rung yet. I grab your hand, give it a nice squeeze with the shake, "oh its going to be real nice soon enough" I taunt before releasing your hand. Waiting in my corner as the ref walks over to pat me down.

Madison Jones:
Once the Ref is done doing his business I come to the center of the ring, holding up my hands ready for the classic collar and elbow lockup. Nod as you come center with me, wiggle my fingers. Bell rings, ding ding. I try to lock up with you, and if I do with you only slightly taller, and 2 lbs heavier, I try to shove you towards a corner.

Cody North:
The bell rings, we advance towards each other. I'm bent slightly forward, arms raised, focused. I had worked on my wrestling skills since we last met and I realized raw power was going to get me nowhere. We lunge at each other, locked up, collar and elbow. I grunt, plant my boots on the ground, you try to shove me back but I hold my ground, using as little energy as possible.

Madison Jones:
You dig in, stopping the movement and maybe aiming to make me waste stamina. Something about you seems different, more methodical, less rash. Anyhow I go and bring my knee up into your gut as hard as I can. When it connects, I fall to my back, pull you forward, and then I kick you off over me towards the corner behind me with a Monkey Flip.

Cody North:
My strategy has switched around, you feel like you hit a brick wall. Your knee moves up and slams into my abs, I grunt, but otherwise your knee bounces off, barely winding me. Then you fall backwards, kicking me over you with a flip. I grunt again, but roll properly, the slam barely affecting me as I easily roll onto my feet, still glaring at you with a wide grin.

Madison Jones:
You go flying, me listening for the sound of impact. Instead of the usual Splat I hear, there is a different more controlled one, that's not what I wanted to hear. I bring my knees up to my chest and burn the stamina to kick up to standing, standard kip-up. I turn to face you, hands coming up defensive, and start to inch in towards you. When I get in range, I try to grab your right arm, and pull it behind your back into a hammerlock.

Cody North:
You kip up to standing, facing me. Hands up, defensively, as I circle you, you inch towards me. You reach out, trying to grab my right arm, trying to pull me into a hammerlock, just like last time. This time I'm ready, with my arm behind my back I roll forward, turning around to face you, and pull you in, slamming into your head with a jumping roundhouse kick.

Madison Jones:
You counter the hammerlock, round house to my jaw snapping my head to the side. This is not starting off well. The momentum of the hit causes me to shift to the side, reach out and grab rope for stability. It's clear you have been taking notes on our last match... so I need to think outside of the box. You are probably expecting me to be tactical, careful, like before. I step back up to you with my hands still defensive, throw out a fake kick, a feint, then reach for your head trying to set you up for a DDT. If possible, I do it too.

Cody North:
My kick rings your head, but you manage to stay standing, grabbing the rope for stability. We circle around again. You throw out a kick, but it's a feint, grabbing my head and shoving it under your arm. You want to DDT me. I widen my stance, wrapping my arms around your torso. You try to lift me, but my stance makes it hard, instead I plant my feet on the mat, before lifting you up over my shoulder, and tossing you over me, slamming you into the mat.

Madison Jones:
Eyes widen as you spread yourself, and not in a fun way. I struggle trying to land the DDT, but you lift me up over your shoulder and toss me. I land on the canvas a little past the center of the ring, the crowd growing concerned and your fans cheering for you as I let out cry from the impact. I take a moment to feel my back, then roll on my side to the ropes, start to pull myself up... I exaggerate the pain though and get ready for a counter. I hang on the ropes exposing my core like a bullseye, and then get ready to drop down pulling the ropes with me if you come charging at me.

Cody North:
I kick back up to my feet, taunt at the crowd before flexing a bicep at them. I turn around, seeing you pulling yourself up in the corner. I bend forward, "come on" I hiss, wagging a finger at you, as you climb up the ropes, I CHARGE, lifting a leg at the last moment and aiming at your face with a huge superkick

Madison Jones:
You charge at me with enough force to try and break my jaw. I'm ready for you though, that's the Cody I remember from a month ago. I drop down pulling the rope with me, your leg goes shooting through it getting you off balance, your back exposed to me. Time to strike! I reach up and grab your shoulders pulling myself up with them. I almost taunt, but there is too much on the line here. I then drop down to my back again pulling your shoulders back and down as I curl my knees up to my chest. I drop you down in Back Stabber.

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Cody North:
My superkick sails through the air, but at the last moment, you dodge right into it. My leg slams over the top rope, legs stretched out, "Hh shit!" I grunt, before you grab my shoulders, pulling them down and slamming them back, knees slammed into my back with a brutal backstabber, "UGH!" I grunt, easily falling off your knees, rolling onto my side as I try to get up..

Madison Jones:
The crowd erupts with the move, it completely new for me. I'll have to thank Dad later, though he is probably cheering right now at the bar. Anyhow, I fall to my back as part of the move, you rolling off in pain. I have to keep this momentum going, so I burn more stamina to do a kip-up, a light layer of sweat starting to show. I look over you as you roll on your side trying to get up, so I decide to return the favor for the head shot earlier. I pull back my leg in a Taekwondo stance, and throw a spinning kick right at your jaw as you are getting up.

Cody North:
I manage to get up to my knees, shaking off the pain in my back. As I'm on a knee, you advance towards me, getting in your stance and suddenly slamming into my jaw with a massive spinning right kick. "UUGH!" I grunt, my head snaps to the side, the force of the kick drives me back to my feet, before I fall back down, collapsing on my side.

Madison Jones:
Cody is a tough man, it was hard to make him tap last time. I hurt his back with the Backstabber, so I should monopolize on that. I move over to you with you on your side, throw a kick to your back that pushes you on your front. I then drop down with a knee on the middle of your back adding some more punishment. Proceed to reach for one of your legs now grabbing it by the ankle, and start trying to pull it up painfully hoping my 198 lbs on our back will keep you under control.

Cody North:
I'm dazed, on the mat, trying to get my bearings, you're fighting much more aggressively than you were last time. You move over, kicking me onto my front before dropping a knee down into my back. "Oh fuck" I grunt, flailing as you grab my ankle, trying to kick oyu off me.

Madison Jones:
"Oh no you don't Cody!" I wrench that leg up now, up over my neck with my knee firmly planted in your back. I bend your leg firmly into a move that is rapidly becoming one of my signatures, the Stretch Muffler.

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I'm not done yet. My free hand comes down to your balls, grabs your waistband, and pulls it down letting your cock come out for the crowd to see. Fans cheer as I might be closing on the end of the first round. Fingers coil around your shaft pinky to index as I take hold of it. You have a high pain tolerance, so I plan to end this first round by making you cum.

Cody North:
You grab my leg, wrenching it, up and over your neck, "Oh shiiiiiiii-" I grunt, hands punching the mat, trying to see if I can slam a fist into your torso. The stretch muffler pulls the leg out of the joint, then you reach down, pulling down my waistband and letting my cock poke out. You take a hold of it, trying to find another way to win. I grab your wrist, wasting one hand to try and get you off my cock.

Madison Jones:
You try to hit my torso with your arm, the angle being very awkward for you. It does connect, but it feels more like a slap, something I can ignore at the moment. I slide my knee a little further down your back now to your neck which presses the side of your face to the canvas, but more importantly, wrenches your leg up higher. As for your hand on my hand, you feel me doing the thing that drives me crazy, because like you, I am also uncircumcised. I pull back your foreskin, the slick surface of your cockhead moistened by your own natural processes. Press my thumb over it and start to rub in a circle, all while my fingers start to slide up and down your shaft. You are fighting the strokes, but I know just how fucking good a hand job is when a person exploit our sensitive cockheads, and today I hope to make it your downfall.

Cody North:
My flailing fails to do anything, instead you just move your knee onto my neck, pinning my face to the mat. What a sight, I'm already face-first on the ground despite barely doing much to you. It would be humiliating, if your hand wasn't fondling my cock and actually making it pleasurable. I grunt, fighting the strokes, trying to hold my cock back as it throbs, but its no use.

Madison Jones:
"Just enjoy it..." I say through gritted teeth. I keep stroking your cock now, thumb pressing deeper into your slit, fingers traveling your shaft, and most important... index stopping over your Frenulum, that really sensitive V spot on the underside of the cock that drives me crazy. It is clear I know how to make a man cum well, and I expend as much stamina as I need to hold you here while I stroke you to ecstasy.

Cody North:
I grunt, trying to fight it, neck pinned to the mat. Your index hits my v spot, right under the cock, "Oh fuuuuuu" I grunt, my body twitches, struggling getting weaker as you dominate my cock, stroking it with an expert hand. Leaking pre onto the mat.

Madison Jones:
The crowd is loving this, plenty of pictures being taken. I don't let it distract me, maybe I've ended up in a lucky position here, but I can't afford to take risks with 4 more opponents coming my way. I try my best to keep you under control, your precum showing you are close. I keep stroking with your knee bent over my neck, your face and body facing a camera for the whole beautiful display. "Cum Cody. CUM!"

Cody North:
Cameras flashing from the crowd, dammit it was supposed to be flash off! I groan, every time I try to find another way to escape, you give my cock another good stroke. My body twitches in response, and relaxes, breaking any attempts. "Noooo '' I grunt, but it's no use, after a few more strokes my cock starts shooting rope after rope onto the mat.

Madison Jones:
I smile when it starts, holding your cock like a cannon, I spray that cum into a puddle under you, some of it getting on my hands. I keep stroking you until there is a plenty big puddle, the flash of cameras illuminating my sweating body nicely.

Announcer:
The Winner of Round 1 by Emission, Madison Jones!

Madison Jones:
Finally I release, hold and lower you into that mess you just made, rise up off you, and pat your back. I bring up my cummy hand and lick it, "Like maple syrup." I then head back to my corner sweaty, knowing the timer is starting while the next opponent makes their way out. Stagehand hands me another shot of that Green Spot Irish Whiskey, the sponsor of our event. I smile for the camera and drink while turning my attention to the backstage for the next opponent.

Cody North:
I grunt, the ref announces your win, as you keep stroking, a few more ropes of cum spurting out to form a puddle. Finally you release the hold, letting my leg down. You smirk at me, patting my back as you lick some cum off my hand. I grin, "next time maybe you can drink it straight from the source" I taunt as I get up, "or have some in your whiskey" I say with a wink. I readjust my trunks, pushing my cock back in as I turn around, "oh... and good luck on the other matches... I'm not losing here just for someone else to beat you" I say before I leave the ring.

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Scotty:
Arrived for my match at the SECW Shamrock Slam in the beautiful city of Savannah. Spent many a good time here in this historic southern city. I headed to the locker room and changed into my shamrock green speedos in honor of this PPV occasion ...usually I wrestle barefoot but this time i wore my white boots.

The first match had already started… Madison v Cody North. Cody was a good wrestler and I hoped he would wear down Madison but more importantly point out his weaknesses. I pulled on my hoodie and watched the match from the back of the arena. I watched very carefully watching both these wrestlers struggle. Madison's victory was not too much of a surprise...but Cody gave a great showing. I am still pissed off about my previous loss to Madison on last month's tour. This was revenge time.

Finally I see the conclusion of the match....my cock hard watching Cody cum under the expert guidance of Madison. Finally Madison is declared the winner of the first round. Getting ready to be announced, I pass Cody heading back to the locker room.."Great job Cody...thanks for getting Madison warmed up for me." ..Cody winks and whispers something in my ear...I smirk. Then I hear the blast of Sinatra singing my theme.... "New York New York"...

Announcer: "For the second round in today's gauntlet match...from New York City...the Big Apple...at 6', 180lbs...Scotty!!!!"

Scotty:
As I move down the aisle I get the typical boos and jeers...these folks dont like me...my tactics...and my cockiness...I give them the finger as I walk up the aisle to the ring.

Madison Jones:
I hand off my shot glass to the stagehand as Scotty is coming down the ramp, crowd booing him as he does. This dirty lawyer from New York was fun to take down, but I also know he isn't afraid to play dirty and actively talks about his signature "Oil Check" move back in the locker room with the guys. As he gets in the ring, I crack my neck and wipe a little sweat from my brow. I did good against Cody, better than I was expecting, let's see if I can keep that up.

I don't bother with the handshake this time. I come to the center of the ring to meet you, hands up ready to lock up with the collar and elbow. "Hey Scotty." I say with my eyes locked with yours. I get ready to block a low blow, just in case you don't want to lock up.

Scotty:
The memories and lessons of my last match come to mind as you move to the center of the ring for the collar and elbow. As you stand in the center of the ring...i move fast to join you in the hold..but even faster I keep moving past you to the ropes...bounce off and drop kick you in the chest as you turn to see where I went.

Madison Jones:
You come rushing my way looking like you are going to lock up, I smile as you do, in part because I feel I have the better grappling experience between the two of us. You however run past me and rebound off the ropes, me turn towards you confused as to what you are doing. I start to bring my hands up getting ready to defend, but you are just a little too fast thanks to the fatigue of fighting with Cody, your white boots slamming me in the chest launching me backwards. I absorb the momentum falling to my back, but do a nice backwards roll getting to my knees, an imprint from your boots showing on my pecs. Crowd seems conflicted on if they should cheer the dirty lawyer or not, though there are a fair number of them that do simply because they want to see me taken down. I rise up my feet, hands defensive, while you presumably start to get up, looking for an opening for me to reverse and attack.

Scotty:
See you roll and rise from your knees...the imprint of my size 10 boots on your chest. Smiling, I grab my crotch...and move to the center of the ring...getting ready for a test of strength...my arms out and fingers open… drop of sweat rolls down my hairy happy trail...."Come on Maddy..."

Madison Jones:
"Now you want to lock up?" I ask cocking my head to the side. Speaking of happy trails, mine is a bit sweaty too, a firm tent in my blue trunks. I inch forward, fingers wiggling, start to interlace them with yours. I then dig into stamina and start to rush you towards corners, hoping to slam your back into turnbuckle as I do.

Scotty:
I forgot what a sexy dude this guy is... As we join fingers you start to push me to the back of the turnbuckle. You are strong and I quickly fall back to the corner post....that stamina you have may not be what you are expecting after just wrestling Cody...I take advantage of the momentum and twist our bodies so that your body hits the post....and slam my fist into your abs...

Madison Jones:
I seem to have good control here, shoving you back, but then you flip us and get me in the corner. You reach down and grab the front of my trunks, me thinking you are going for a low blow. Instead though you pull my blue trunks away from my waist, you are able to see my hard cock under it, maybe some of the crowd as well and I'm sure plenty of people at home are using instant replay to see how much of me was exposed there. You slam your fist into my gut, me grunting as I flex up, chipping away at that ab wall of mine. I then come slam my hands together around your head Boxing your Ears, then bring up my right foot and try to kick you off me back to the center of the ring.

Scotty:
As I pull you by your trunks I get a good look at that semi growing down there..You box my ears.....arrrararaarrrragrggg...and I see your right foot come up as you try to kick me to get off the corner post and back to the center. But Cody whispered some good advice to me...never get close enough or you are dead meat....

As your foot moves up for the kick I grab it and drop you down on your ass in the corner.....while you are on your ass...as you grab the ropes i grab both legs and drop you down hard on your ass .

Madison Jones:
You catch my foot, me showing signs of panic. You are right, I grab the ropes trying to jerk it away from you as you grab my other foot. Showing our strength, you pull me out of the corner, me falling right on my back and ass as I let out a grunt. You are perhaps enjoying the view of me laid out too much, but I pull my legs back away from you now and to my chest, then I kip-up to standing with the layer of sweat on me making me look fantastic. I then dig into my Taekwondo training again, and try to land a quick side kick to your gut hoping to stun you for a moment.

Scotty:
This guy's stamina is unreal....as I am enjoying the beginning of my revenge....and getting ready to end this fast....you kip up and land a sidekick to my gut...you connected but not to hard as I was able to back up a bit...needing to stay far away...I back up..stick out my right leg....to hopefully sweep you off your feet...

Madison Jones:
You are playing it defensive, and I keep falling for it, you probably aiming to let me exhaust myself. Afterall, even if I beat you but am totally exhausted, the next 3 rounds could wipe the floor with me, even if I am sitting on two breaks right now. You step back, my kick only hitting your gut lightly. I pull back my kick on one leg in the typical TKD stance you've probably seen on any inspiration poster hoping to sucker parents into ordering classes for the kids. Regardless you then try to trip me while also trying to keep your distance, somebody is clearly afraid of my grappling. I hope up as you go for the sweep, land on both feet, and reach for your head leaning forward towards you. It's risky, but I then try to DDT you to compound the head hits I did when I boxed your ears in the corner.

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Scotty:
Move fast ...avoid the clinch...move fast...exhaust him....Cody's words to me... as I go for the sweep you lean forward..reaching for my head..going for the DDT...seeing this move...knowing there is not much I can do to avoid it..my head under your arms...i push us toward the ropes...the bounce off the ropes partially absorbs the gravity of my head hitting th canvas....but it hits....and I see stars as you land the DDT..

Madison Jones:
Oh you fucker, I feel you use the ropes to help cushion the blow. Regardless it seems to have hit, and I might have a moment. I chose to make Cody Cum for my victory because he was a huge glutton for pain when I fought him, with Scotty here though, I think Submissions is the wiser choice. With my breath deeply sitting up next to you, I get to my knees and pull you away from that rope a couple feet, all while holding your right arm. I pull that arm between my legs, my boots coming up on your chest, and go to lock in a Cross Armbar.

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Scotty:
While I recover you pull me away from the ropes......you grab one arm between your legs for an armbar. Laying on my back in pain...I grab your fingers and try to pull them off my arm. I make a fist with my free arm and start to pound your thigh to get some relief. My other arm between your thighs...resting on your crotch. Maybe I can make it to the ropes.....too far... You ass cheek near my face...I think...take my free arm...it's time I decide....not the typical way i do it...but i can do it...I take my free arm and place it under my trapped arm...open my hand...take one finger..."OIL CHECK"..

I move my finger...feel the tight material of your speedo...and insert my finger into your hole...the ref...the crowd...no one sees....

Madison Jones:
They might not see it, might just think you are trying to find a way to relieve pressure. Me on the other hand, I feel every bit of your insertion into me, gritting my teeth uncomfortably as the dirty lawyer throws the rulebook out the window. Of course this is a erotic match, so I'm not too terribly upset about you doing it, just more upset about having to endure it. I raise my boots over your chest and slam them down, again pulling your arm caught between my legs straight. I'm distracted though, both by your penetration and of me trying to keep you under control. You could probably make it to the ropes with me so distracted.

Scotty:
Digging dip into your hole...surprisingly..not as tight as i expected....but I get the reaction I hoped...you raise your boots over my chest and slam them down....as I grab the ropes and motion to the ref for the release...

Madison Jones:
Your finger deeps into my ass, I give your arm another tight pull, then release it, try to pull myself up off you hoping to get you out of my bum. I get to my knees using the rope to help save stamina, then to my feet, right hand pulling my trunks out of my ass. While I'm doing that, the fabric pulled so tight in the back, it is stretched very tightly in front showing off the outline of my hard cock perfectly for the crowd... even a small navy damp spot over my cockhead. I come back to the center of the ring, hands up, a bit of sweat now on me. "Come on Scotty! Get up!" I yell clearly not happy with you.

Scotty:
You release....and I smirk watching you pulling at your wedgie...noticing you tenting in the front.... I can see you are pissed off....I get up..using the ropes to assist...and wiggle the finger at you....the one I just stuck up your hole..

Again...hands up you dare me to come to you..."Maddy....is there a "hole" in your trunks??" I move to the center....not getting too close....bouncing on my boots...circling you...knowing you are getting tired.....and horny... I rush back to you and grab your arm to push you to the ropes to get ready for the clothesline....thinking about how I am gonna enjoy milking your cock....

Madison Jones:
You come at me and start to lock up, meeting some resistance from me and my sweaty body as you do. "I'm gonna shove those fingers up your ass." I drop to my back before you can fully get me to the ropes, pulling you forward as I do, and kick you over my shoulder with a Monkey Flip.

Scotty:
You drop to your back before I can get you to the ropes and kick my over your shoulders for a monkey flip....i land hard on my back...

While we are both on our backs...I quickly do i backflip so i land on top of you...my legs astride you...my crotch in your face as i try to grab each arm to pin you in a schoolboy pin

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Madison Jones:
You flip on top of me, getting you cock in my face, holding my arms down. Some of the crowd can see that this position is really turning me on, my cock fully hard now in my trunks, many of them cheering for the dirty lawyer because of the compromising position I am in. I grit my teeth with your dick pressed to my face through the fabric of your green trunks, you feeling me struggle. I then bring up my legs, catch them under your arms, and try to reverse the schoolboy pin, hoping to throw your back to the canvas with my legs over your shoulders.

Scotty: I smile knowing an upset is in the making....i raise my arms and flex my biceps as I push my cock deep into your face.....the sweat pouring down my body....my green speedos almost translucent...soaked with sweat...and maybe some pre...The...WTF????? your legs come up swiftly under my arms and i fall ..my back to the canvas...with your legs no over my shoulders....

Madison Jones:
School boy reversed, I now have you in a position where I might be able to end this. Normally this would be a pin, but this match is Submission or Emission only. I bring my arms up over the back of your thighs, spread your legs, fingers coming down to your waistband under your abs. I pull it down some, letting your 7 inch sweaty hard cock out for the crowd and you to see. "Here we go Scotty." Right hand coils around your cock pinky to index, and I start to stroke that sweat and precum of yours acting as a lubricant. The crowd starts to cheer as I stroking you trying to hold you in this pin, my body glistening in the bright lights from a heavy layer of sweat on me from all this exertion.

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Scotty:
Fuck...how the hell did this happen...on my back now...my precious family jewels..an easy target...I feel your fingers go under my speedos and lift them off....I am totally humiliated...my cock now hard and pulsing...precum pouring out...infornt of all in the areans… I struggle to kick out...but lose my strength as I feel you stroke my cock....and I get hard...

Madison Jones:
The Schoolboy reversed, I have you pinned well with my expert stroking starting on you. So absorbed into the action, thinking I already have a second win in the bag, I miss how you bring your knees closer to your chest. You KICK out, my back flying back to the canvas, with your cock hanging out. My hand is still gripping your trunks as I lay there, groaning as my head hit the canvas. You feel me give a pull, sliding them down your legs while I bring my boots up under your armpits, and try to kick you away.

Scotty:
I bring my knees close to my chest...and kick out as hard as I can...causing you to fall back and I hear your head hit the canvas hard. you get your boots under my pits..but get on my feet....grab your speedos and pull them off ...

I quickly sit my ass on your face and grab your cock...know that an emission will give me the win...i grab your long hard cock and begin to work it....pulling off the hot on your uncut cock...knowing what you like as I use the sweat and precum to slide over your pulsing cock...

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Madison Jones:
You get up to your feet as I go to kick you away, me peeling your green trunks off you over your boots as you rise up. Me holding it in my hand still, starting to recover, you reach down and grab my blue trunks and pull them off me revealing my cock.

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I had hoped to keep them a little longer in this gauntlet, but no matter, I'm used to be naked in the ring. You then come over and sit on my face, presumably facing my cock so you can take hold of it. You pull back my skin and start to stroke me, my eyes widening immediately as you start to make me squirm. Similar to me moments ago, you seem really focused on trying to win the round and not paying attention to what I can do. I bring my legs up around your head, and then FLING you off me laying there with just my boots on in the ring. I need to get up or you will just lock me down again, so burn more stamina, bring my knees to my chest, and then Kip-up again, my sweaty naked body is glimmering under the bright lights, giving this crowd a real treat. Hands up defensive, I take in your position before I decide how to react to you.

Scotty:
Rubbing my ass on your face to fully humiliate you for my prior loss...i keep working that cock..and then your legs come up around my head and you fling me off of you...lying on my back in amazement...my cock standing straight up....I look for you and see your body...gleaming under the lights...naked and sweat pouring down you....

Madison Jones:
I am breathing hard, clearly you have taken a lot out of me, and I will need to use some of my stored up rests for sure before the next round, but I come over hoping to stun you good so I can end this now. I grab your ankles, pull them up under my armpits, clasp my hands behind your knees. I start pivot, starting to spin you with your back sliding around on the canvas. I do a rotation, momentum building, your back lifting up into the air as I perform the famous move The Giant Swing, made more famous in the last 10 years by the great Cesaro calling it "The King of Swing".

I do 3... 4... dig in deep, 5! rotations before letting you go, the crowd counting out loud each one, then your body is sent flying across the ring near the ropes and a turnbuckle. I fall to my knees breathing heavily, looking to see how you took that move.

Scotty:
I begin to rise when I feel you grab my ankles....lifted up I try to grab the ropes....my ankles under your pits....I feel my body rise...and the ring start to spin as you spin me around the ring...losing count...you release and I fly across the ring...hitting the turnbuckle and falling on my ass ...i try to get up but my head is spinning...the ring is spinning...I rise to my knees...but cannot see straight...except for your form near me.

Madison Jones:
On my knees, I hear you hit the turnbuckle causing me to cringe. Not my intention, but we are where we are. You are on your knees near me. I think at this point I should make you tap and get it over with, but that oil check you did is still pissing me off. So I step up, a little dizzy myself, reach out and grab your arm. I PULL you towards the center of the ring on your back, drop down with my boots over your chest again, your arm pressed against over my cock protectively pulled to my chest in another Cross Armbar. This one is a little different though, I wrap my left arm around your arm on my chest, not as much pressure or pain as I pin you down. Right hand comes over to grab your cock now, and I begin stroking you in my Milking Armbar.

Scotty:
Still dazed i feel you grab my arm...we drop to the canvas...and again I am trapped in the armbar..you grab my arm...pinning me down....and again...i feel your hand on my cock...stroking and milking....desperate I look to your cock but it is not reachable...maybe another oil check...not reachable...feeling your hand milking me...my balls fill...you are an expert...you fingernail strokes my cum vein and I shudder...my body starts to quiver as I desperately try to stop my coming explosion...but staring at your hot sweaty muscular body...I feel i can no longer hold it in....AAAAAAAAAAAA...i shot my load...ropes of cum...splatter my body...yours and the canvas...

Madison Jones:
I smile as I see you erupt.

I was concerned you might try and Oil Check check me again. The Ref standing over though watching the display, as soon as you start to erupt he waves his hands for the bell. I milk you a little longer to make sure you are nice and empty, the crowd cheering as I pick up another win in this gauntlet. This was a costly one though, and I worry about the next opponent. I release your arm, getting to my knees, and hold up my cummy hand while I look down at you in the eyes. I'm breathing heavily too, no words, but I nod. Look over to the Ref, "Two breaks." He nods and I head over to my corner crashing down back first on the bottom turnbuckle, grabbing a bottle of water from the stagehand as he pours another shot of the Green Spot Irish Whiskey. I start to rest.

Scotty:
I slowly rise...drained....the crowd is cheering...I move under the ropes....Cody comes and hands me my speedo...as I slip them on and head to the showers...

Announcer:
The Winner of Round 2 by Emission, Madison Jones!

The Author:
With Madison declaring the use of 2 of his three 90 sec breaks, the following commercial from the sponsor of the Shamrock Slam, Green Spot Irish Whiskey starts to play.

Green Spot Irish Whiskey Review

Published: 2022-03-14, viewed 119 times.