SECW - SouthEast Championship Wrestling

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

You are not logged in. - Apollo Jackson Morgan - Age: 27, 6'2", 232 lbs, 8" Cut Cock

Madison Jones:
Next up for me is a rematch from the days before the SECW. Apollo Jackson Morgan and I have had a couple matches in private, our second match actually being the first of the new year. I've been itching to take him on again especially now that I've been getting more training from my dad. As a part of the SECW Spring Break Brawl Tour, we are set to meet at Miami Beach. I hang around all day checking out the sites and generally showing off my body to whoever will look.

You are not logged in. - Spring Break Maddy

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:

You are not logged in. - Spring Break AJ

Pacing around "back stage," which means beneath the risers that are set up on the beach... in trademark packed white trunks with "Apollo" in gold lettering, facing Madison in a big SECW match... pumped and ready... 232 lbs of solid muscle already showing a light sheen from the Florida heat.

Madison Jones:
I notice AJ in the back as I am getting dressed as well, and by dressed I mean stripping naked and sliding on my blue trunks. 198 lbs here, toned, and just a couple pounds short of falling into Heavyweight. I give that trademark nice guy smile I'm always carrying as I see you. "Hey, see you out there." I say heading over to the entrance ramp, right as my music starts up, an English cover of the song Alumina. I head out to the ring setup at the beachside barefoot to really fit the feel of the outdoor match.

Announcer:
"The first competitor from San Francisco California, standing 5 '10 weighing in at 198 lbs, Madison Jones!"

Madison’s Theme - Alumina English Cover

Madison Jones:
I head down to the ring with the music playing, the hot Miami sun reflecting off the lotion on my body. Crowd cheers are similar to last tour, I'm doing very well so far. I wave to them as I walk down to the ring, slide in under the bottom rope, and throw out some shadow punches and kicks before falling back to my corner waiting for AJ to come out. I've been looking forward to this rematch, and I plan to hold nothing back... I know he can take it.

Announcer:
“And his opponent, standing 6’2”, weighing in at 232 lbs. The Apollo Kid, Apollo Jackson Morgan!”

AJ Theme - I Love Rock 'N Roll

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
An old 80s tune, perfect for a day at the beach kicks up and I head to the ring, no ring jacket, no tank... just my bare, smooth muscle glistening in the sun. High Five a few fans, bound up the steps and plant hands on the top rope, vaulting over the top rope and landing with a THUMP, a fist in the air, handsome grin flashing and drawing the usual howls and wolf whistles. Lift arms overhead, boots one at a time... ref clears me

Madison Jones:
Us coming center of the ring, the Ref goes over the rules. Single fall, Pin / Submission, loser gets fucked. Crowd is already excited to see this play out. While he is talking about a clean match and what not, I hold out my hand keeping eye contact. "Good luck."

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Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
*grins and shakes the tough wrestler's hand… then, all business, head back to my corner, stretched on the ropes... hears the bell CLANG and moves out, a hand trailing the top rope for a bit until circling in at a faster pace, arms up... ready.

Madison Jones:
Circling you, hands up, fingers wiggling, I move in and engage looking to lock up. You're bigger than me, have 4 inches and about 30 lbs over me, so a lockup is pretty ill advised, yet I press in for the Collar and Elbow. Gritting my teeth staring you in the face, I start trying to shove you back towards your corner, as I start to plan out what to do when no doubt push back.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
Smacking into a tight collar and elbow with the muscled dude, being driven back toward the corner, your strength impressive... spin us as we get near the corner and take you into the turnbuckles. The ref slaps my shoulder and I stare at you, pecs on yours... tenting in my trunks from the full body contact

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
Lift big arms and take a half step back... As soon as you step off the buckles, rocket a KNEE up into your bricks!

Madison Jones:
Pushing you back some, I'm surprised as I expected you to dig in and stop me in my tracks. Maybe you remember how I like to Monkey flip off at the start of matches? Anyhow you let me push you towards the corner.... then I see what your plan is as you reverse and shove me into the corner back first, jostling from the impact. We share that moment chest to chest, our bulges rubbing some, turning me on just as you clearly are as well. As you back up because of our attentive and overly pushy ref, I start to pull out, taking a knee to gut in the process. I wasn't expecting that, so I didn't clench up in time, leaning forward towards you, but I pull back my right fist... then open my palm to fit more in the spirit of wrestling, and slam it into your gut in retaliation.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
NNNGH! feel that, but answer it with a hard DOUBLE AXE Handle across the back of your neck and upper back, BAM!

Madison Jones:
Axe Handle hits me hard across my back, dropping me to my knees in front of you with a grunt, your tenting trunk right in front of my face. A few rowdy members of the crowd whistle at the display as my face almost rubs up against it. I'm not letting that happen though, arms come around your knees, and I give you a strong tight pull as my forehead thrusts into your gut, trying to knock you to your back as I rise back up.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
Taken to my back, arms up defensively.... then kick away and roll backward and up, bouncing, circling...

Madison Jones:
You kick me away, right back into the corner again, another grunt as I take the impact. You roll away getting up, arms up defensive maybe like a boxer. I come out of the corner and cock my head to the side, hands also up defensive. Inching towards you playing the game where we try to read each other's minds I throw out a fake kick at your thigh, a feint, then reach for your right arm and try to wrench it behind you in a hammerlock.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
NNNGh! teeth flash as I go up on the toes of my boots, feeling your hammerlock... slapping my shoulder... ass flexed, still a big tent in my trunks...

Madison Jones:
Your muscles are strong, but I know how to bend joints to really nullify that. Still yours are bulk, and that meth has limits. I decide to push that limit here seeing if I can lock you up good here while leaving your frontside here on display for the crowd. I reach for the other arm and try to pull you into a double Hammerlock.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
JERK that arm away and spin around behind you, reversing the hammerlock! Drive a BOOT to the mat, in tight against your bubble ass! Teeth flashing, head sideways on your big shoulder...

Madison Jones:
I growl as you flip this around, free hand coming up to slap my shoulder as you start to impose your strength on Again. I feel that dick of your pressing against my ass too, a reminder of how you fucked me before. I bring my free arm forward and throw it back at your gut hoping to land my second blow there, if it hits, I use that pin to press away and escape the hold.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
I trip you forward to the mat, lying on top of you, hard dick pressed against your ass through our trunks, head sideways on your shoulder and teeth still flashing, and drive up on the hammerlock!

Madison Jones:
And here we go again... you start to take me down and keep me down using your weight to chain me from position to position. Fuck... you dick is already trying to invade me again. "Fuck you." I say as you hold me here, reach up my free arm and CLAW at the canvas, Pull us, while burning some of my stamina. I REACH out, and manage to grab the rope of the corner we weren't very far from.

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Ref sees it and orders you off me, the crowd cheering for you as this already looks bad. I need to change my strategy...

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
Release and roll up after one last JAB of your wrist up between your shoulder blades, standing, forced to adjust tented trunks, bounce, circling, shoulders wide and glinting under the hot sun...

Madison Jones:
Grunt from the extra torque. Pull myself up using the ropes. Problem is that you're a grappler like me, and in that regard, your extra bulk has always given you the advantage. Hands come up defensive as usual, I inch back in acting like I want to lock up again. It's a ploy. As soon as you do, I back away turning, hit the ropes bouncing back, and on the return jump trying to land a dropkick to your meaty pecs.

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Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
Crash to my back, rolling and coming up to a knee, clutching my pec, eyeing you....

Madison Jones:
I land on my side with a controlled fall like all us wrestlers know how to do. Roll on my back and Kip-UP, showing off my sweaty body for the crowd in this Miami sunlight. I move in now and reach for your head, aiming to land a DDT if I can.

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Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
BOOOOM! drilled into the mat, forehead first! Flopping over to my back, bucking and kicking, cradling my head in big arms... the crowd gasps at the big move so early in the match.

Madison Jones:
I look down next to you as you roll on your back, and a grin crosses my face. At the risk of letting this go to my head, mount your chest now knees alongside your ribs, grab your hands and hold them down alongside your head for a pin. I'm testing to see how much fight there is in you still, let's see how far the count gets as the ref slides down next to us. "One!"

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
I buck you off me at the ONE, and roll out, hauling myself up to one knee, using the middle rope to steady myself... shaking my head, trying to clear the cobwebs... a bit surprised you didn't follow that big move up with more that would really have me in trouble...

Madison Jones:
Yep, plenty of fight left in you for sure. You're leaning against the ropes and I got to keep up the offensive. Strong strikes seem to always work well on you, maybe because your bulky muscles impact your ability to dodge. I kip-up again, saving some time with the maneuver while burning more stamina under this hot sun, rush at the opposite ropes from you, bounce back, and try to land a Shining Wizard kick to your head.

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Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
CRASH forward to the mat, again rolling to my back, cradling my head in big arms, pits exposed, bucking and kicking as before.

Madison Jones:
Down on my hands and knees alongside you, I smile at how well I am doing. Let's see if I can make you tap this early... a win's a win after all. I grab one of your arms, then one of your legs, throw both my bare feet into the center of your back as I WRENCH those limbs back. I lock in a Grounded Bow and Arrow hold putting your chest, legs, and tenting bulge on display for our crowd... me wishing now I had stripped you first.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
SLAP the mat, frustrated, pain shooting through my back, teeth flashing, pain obvious.... shout "FUCK" up into the ring lights surrounding us.

Madison Jones:
Oh I'm enjoying this. How you locked me move after move in our first match... then how you flipped things on me and dominated me in our second match fucking me after. Both private, but here I'm taking control in front of the crowd, truly 2022 has been a shift for me. I release your leg letting it shoot forward, keep hold of your hand. I wrench it behind your back in a grounded hammerlock...

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Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
Push up to all fours, albeit with one hand trapped in the hammerlock.... then get a knee under me. and eventually push us up to standing... enduring some ferocious punishment in this match... backing you up into the ropes... the ref calling on you to break the hammerlock... as soon as you do, I jerk that arm away and turn, rocketing the other arm back, slamming an ELBOW to your jaw, BAM!

Madison Jones:
Head snaps to the side, saliva shoots out, some of it hitting your shoulder blade, look of shock on my face. I reach up and wrap my arms around your neck now, and slap on a Sleeper Hold, sounds of grunts in your ear.

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I jump up and wrap my legs around you too, letting your strong body support my full 198 lbs frame as I choke you.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
Struggle in the sleeper, feeling the power in that arm.... with my free leg, STOMP your bare foot with my boot, BAM!

Madison Jones:
You stomp on my barefoot right before I fully get up on your back like I was trying to. Let out a cry in pain as my arm loosens. I let go of the hold, arms on the ropes to give me leverage, and bring both feet up to KICK you in the middle of your back full force, trying to launch you away from me to the center of the ring. I look at you with a growl, my foot hurting from that stomp, good layer of sweat showing on my body.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
You kick me away to the center ring and I roll with it, coming up to my boots, circling slowly.... motioning you off the ropes.... "Think I was done, tough guy?" A sheen of sweat on both of us now... ready for another tie up with you...

Madison Jones:
"Hardly..." I respond by coming back out, hands up, and start to circle. I need to do more power moves to take you down... Raw offense has been working, so I now charge at you hoping to land a Spear to your gut, hopefully landing my third big hit to those bricks of yours.

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Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
NNNGH! Spit flies as your shoulder drills into my abs and I crash to the canvas.... wind knocked out of me.

Madison Jones:
I push up on your chest, hands over your pecs, look you in the eyes. "Just getting started." I push myself up to my feet with my hands still on your pecs, palms pressing down on your nipples, my ass up in the air perfectly defined through my blue trunks. I kick up again, and drop my knees right on your abs again, hoping to really bust those bricks up good.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
NNNNGH! jackknife up and fall back... clutching my abs, rolling to my side, boots drumming the canvas sideways

Madison Jones:
I grab your arm now as you are on your side, see if you are busted enough yet to give up. Hoping not because I want more action before this ends. Pull your arm between my legs, secure it nice and tight. Bring my bare legs over your chest and lock in a Cross Armbar.

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Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
SHOUT in pain, bucking and kicking at the canvas, face twisted up in pain.... SLAP the mat with my free arm once, HARD... pain is crushing...

Madison Jones:
I can't help myself seeing you like this, the Ref coming over to ask you if you give up. I think I have you, so I slide my left hand over. I have your left arm trapped, bring that hand down to your abs and start to feel your hard cock. I want to make sure it is fully hard when you tap out, fingers coming into the waistband getting ready to pull it down as soon as you give up.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
FUCK! SLAP THE MAT THREE TIMES

Madison Jones:
You start slapping the canvas, Ref waves his hand, and I ease up on the pressure. Smiling with my victory, I hold you there a little longer as my hand pulls your waistband down and lets your hard cock spring out for our crowd to see. My hand comes to coil around it. Ref watches me starting to get lost in my victory as the crowd cheers... but I haven't let you out of the hold yet...

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
Groan and throb in your hands..... SLAP the mat again as pain continues to shoot through my arm.

Madison Jones:
I start to stroke your cock like this, my eyes focused on it as you struggle.

The ref ORDERS me to release you... I shake my head coming out of it... I release you and your cock.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
Groans.... SLAP the mat again, booths thrash a few times..... "DAMMIT MAD.... I fucking TAPPED"

Madison Jones:
I get on my knees alongside you, look down at your face, some shame showing. "Sorry." I say it quietly, like when I get an order at the bar wrong, then I try to save face here in front of the ring. "Alight, time to take my prize." My chest bulking up, glistening under this sunlight with the crowd watching, I reach down and begin to strip your trunks off over your boots.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
Groans, relieved the pressure on my arm is finally free

Madison Jones:
I pull them off and toss them to the crowd. Make sure the camera has plenty of angles of you on display. I rise up to standing, reach down and grab your head, and pull you up to standing with me. My own cock is clearly fully hard in my trunks as I start to pull you towards your corner, then go and throw you into it over the second rope. It's a little rough, but I don't shoulder into the post or anything, just getting you in position.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
Grunt and grasp the middle ropes on either side.

Madison Jones:
Now I lower my trunks for the crowd, and while the SECW has seen me naked plenty of times now, I always take joy in the reveal.

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Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
Groans

Madison Jones:
I part your cheeks, pull back my foreskin, and start to slide in. Lean forward over you grabbing your hips, and then I start to thrusting into you. A few strokes in, I reach my right hand around to you cock and start to stroke it as I fuck you. When I thrust in, I stroke down on your member, the crowd cheering for me as I take you.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
Groans loud, grunts, taking your thickness, wincing a bit.... "Fuck dude.... God you're thick." groans in your hand, throbbing..... awwww FUCK.... finally takes you and clenches my rings around the base of your shaft.

Madison Jones:
"Just now noticing?" I chuckle a little as you've seen me naked from time to time around the bar, quite the place we have there. I keep thrusting into you, moaning as you tighten up, however... my desire to pleasure you remains as I increase the stroking of your cock. My thumb in particular circles over your cock head, using whatever sweat and precum there is to lubricate the action, all while my fingers slide up and down the shaft. I lean forward listening for sounds of you moaning, zeroing in on what actions make you feel good, all while thrusting into your prostate to increase the pleasure.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
Grunting and clamping on your shaft TIGHT, moaning LOUD, Mad.... fuck I'm gonna cum.... EXPLODE! Shooting thick white ropes all over the turnbuckles with a big SHOUT: MAD!!! Torso shudders, gripping the ropes, my ass spasms around your shaft…. Fuckkk! Ropes flying as my tanks empty.

Madison Jones:
Your shouting my name is enough to push me over the edge. With one final thrust, full 8 inches into your prostate, I let out a deep moan. I start to pump... and pump... and pump... 4.. 5.. 6... 7..... I'm moaning more... 8....... Clench up..... 9..... Full Ropes shoot inside of you as I hold your hips. My hand strokes you a little more while you are empty and moves to your balls to massage them.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
Mmm fuckkk… slumps on the turnbuckles…

Madison Jones:
Perhaps it is the feeling of finally beating you in a match... I do something uncharacteristic in my victory still in you. I bring up both biceps and Flex for the camera while I thrust in you a bit more.

I then pull out of you, breathing heavily. Grab your arm, and bring it up around my shoulder. "Let's get cleaned up." I then help you out of the ring and back to the dressing area.

Apollo Jackson-Morgan:
I head out with you.

Published: 2022-04-16, viewed 95 times.