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. - Koju Takeda - Age: 23, 5’7”, 155 lbs, 7” Uncut Cock

Madison Jones:
The new SECW "Life's a Beach" Tour is starting, and the action is starting on the beach of Grand Isle, Louisiana, just south of New Orleans. I've gotten rather familiar with New Orleans this last month using the SECW as a means of also getting some family research in. My match today is against a newcomer to SECW, Koju Takeda, though I've seen some of his action in Hotshots as of late. I know the man is good in the ring, and I'm looking forward to it, just thinking about him has my cock hard while I sit around in the changing tent. I see him off in his own area changing, I want to go over and say something, but instead offer a wave as the stage hand calls for me. Finish pulling putting brand new Rainbow Speedo on for Pride Month, and head on out to the sand where the ring is setup, no boots, just a speedo.

Announcer:
"Making his way to the ring, from San Francisco California, standing 5' 10" and weighing in at 198 lbs. He is the rising star of the SECW. Madison Jones!"

Madison’s Entrance Theme

Madison Jones:
A English cover of the song Alumina plays as I make my way there, the crowd cheering as I've gained a lot of fame as the man headed toward the championship here at SECW. I wave to the crowd as I strut down, showing off the new speedo as I do. Roll into the ring under the bottom rope as the midday sunlight shines over my lightly lotioned body. Finally raise both hands to their cheers as I back away towards my corner waiting for Koju to come and join me.

Koju Takeda:
I'm super excited to finally be making my SECW debut, it's been a long time coming, and I've managed to get a match against one of the big stars Madison Jones on the beautiful beach near New Orleans. I'm getting changed in my makeshift changing room tent, when I notice you eyeing me up, and I grin and wave back at you. I also notice your flashy rainbow speedos, celebrating Pride month. I have my own plan for that, as I pull out a great pair of rainbow coloured boots I managed to find, and pull them on alongside my neon pink speedos. I then watch your entrance and wait to get introduced myself.

Announcer:
“And now his opponent, at 5'7 and weighing 155 lbs, all the way from Kyoto, Japan, please welcome Koju Takeda!"

Koju Takeda:
I strut out, grinning wide and feeling confident as I make my way to the ring and jump acrobatically over the ropes and land in my corner, staring at your nicely bronzed body across the ring.

Madison Jones:
I watch you come out, quietly mouthing your hometown to myself... "京都... The old capital..." You are just as athletic as I imagined, you're lighter weight but toned muscles showing off well in this sunlight. Smile and nod as I come to the center of the ring with you, the Cute Ref starting to go over the rules. Single Fall, Pin or Submission, Loser gets Fucked.

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While he is talking, I hold out my hand with a smile. "Good luck Koju."

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Koju Takeda:
Feeling really good with the sun beating down on my lean body, I size you up, realising you're a bit bigger than me, but not too much. I still believe I can take you. You step forward with a charming smile and offer your hand, I shake it, and give a respectful bow of my head as you wish me good luck, returning the sentiment. The ref reads out the rules, which I only half listen to as I'm distracted by admiring him, but I get the gist, and then we both retreat back to our corners and get ready for the bell.

Madison Jones:
I nod as you bow and am tempted to return it, but this isn't a martial arts match, it's wrestling. With subtle movements, you might be able to pick on little things that give away my martial training, the defensive nature of keeping my center of gravity lower, the foot stance, my left arm is guarding my core. To most people they would think I'm just being defensive, but you, it's probably obvious. With the bell rung, I hold up my hands and try to go for a lock up with you, aiming to get the classic Collar and Elbow in place.

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Koju Takeda:
The bell rings and it's immediately obvious that you're a skilled opponent who knows what he's doing, your movements are clean and sharp and I'm going to need to be at my best today. You offer up the classic early lockup which I accept, bracing myself firmly with both of my new flashy boots pushing for traction on the canvas as I try my best to move you backwards.

Madison Jones:
You push into me with your 155 lbs frame, I dig my bare heels into the canvas, smile on my face as I see your body starting strain, you muscles tightening. My cock twitches from the struggle clear as day in my rainbow speedo, crowd cheering for me taking control. I start to push back now, forcing you back step after step towards your corner. About half way there, I give a strong SHOVE breaking the lock up, and hoping to throw you into the corner with your arms over the ropes for me to exploit in a moment.

Koju Takeda:
You show off your extra power and start to move me back, I then feel you suddenly break the lock and shove me hard. I go flying but when I feel the ropes and the post at my back I use them to my advantage as a launchpad to come rebounding right back at you, leaping up at the last minute to aim my boots at your chest as you try to follow me.

Madison Jones:
Your spryness shows off well, bouncing off the ropes and landing a drop kick to my chest. I grunt, not too surprised at your quickness, stagger back catching my balance, left hand feeling my chest where those rainbow boots landed. Shake my head side to side, step back up to you and reach down as you are probably getting to your feet. I try to grab that right arm of yours, hoping to put you in a nice tight hammerlock, your wrist wrenched to the center of your back.

Koju Takeda:
I connect nicely, sending you staggering back as I land on the floor after the kick. You recover quickly and move in to grab my arm, attempting to twist it behind my back. As you make the attempt, I spin around in the opposite direction to stop you securing the hammerlock and getting myself behind your back. I slide my free arm up under yours as I look for a half nelson, while trying to get my other arm free to complete the hold.

Madison Jones:
Reversing the hammerlock I am trying for, you feel me start to tense up as you slide your free arm under my left and lock in a Half Nelson. Though you can't see it, some panic crosses my face, but fortunately your smaller size and built aren't enough to dominate me like this while I'm still very fresh. When you reversed the Hammerlock, you spin us around so I was facing center of the ring, and now I use that ring awareness to my advantage. Left hand, still Nelsoned, bends back to your head and grabs some of your hair tight preventing you from getting away. I bend forward forward, no concern about your cock rubbing against my ass, and lift you if only slightly, off the canvas. I then rush backwards aiming to SLAM your back into the turnbuckle behind us.

Koju Takeda:
Woah, impressive power as you lean forward to carry me on your back. I instinctively flick my legs up and wrap them around your waist. I then break the Nelson and extend my arms back behind me as you rush backwards, trying to use them to cushion the inevitable blow as you slam me into the post. After the slam, I groan and support myself with my arms on the top rope, I drop my legs and then swing them back up to kick you away.

Madison Jones:
Feeling your legs come up around me, that's good because it means you won't be able to trip me up or anything as I pull this off. Your releasing of the Nelson surprises me, but I have a tight hold of your hair keeping you glued to my back. Slamming into the corner, crowd cheers, smile returning to my face only to kick me away a moment later. I stumble forward, arms waving, stumbling, and then fall.... Into forward roll. Shoulder hits the canvas as I perform a graceful roll forward, my martial arts training showing off as I rise to my feet from it turning back your way. I see you arms over the ropes like I want, but you are a ball of energy and nowhere near worn down enough for me to exploit like that... yet. I gesture for you to come join me and dance some more in the center, hands coming up defensive as I get ready to counter a grapple if you go for one.

Koju Takeda:
I grin as you stumble away from me and fall, but then I get an impressed look on my face when you convert it into a neat roll to spring back up to your feet. I give you a nod of acknowledgement as I push forward off the ropes and step to the middle of the ring. This time I'm not looking for a lockup, knowing I can't match your power while you're still fresh. I crouch down low and circle you cautiously, looking for any breach in your defenses but not doing anything too rash.

Madison Jones:
We start to circle, the commentators talking about how we are searching for weakness, equating this to a staring contest. I take a false swipe at your face, a feint, then swing my right foot forward trying to catch it right in the side of your left knee, hoping to knock you prone under me. If it works, I go to mount your chest, knees against your ribs.

Koju Takeda:
You make several feints, first a kind of slap at my face then a sharp kick at my knee. I see the kick coming and I slide my legs back and sprawl forward, looking to wrap my arms around your own legs as I try for a takedown straight from the pages of a freestyle wrestling coaching manual.

Madison Jones:
You wait for the perfect moment to attack, one leg up, me off balance, and then take me down to canvas with a look of surprise and acknowledgement on my face of your skill. With you there between my thighs though, I go to teach you a new lesson, to teach you that you just fell into the arms of a grappler. Legs come up around your core, ankle crossing over your back tightly as I give you a Squeeze. When I see that pain hit your face, I then reach my hands up and try to pull you into a forward sleeper, hoping to lock in a Guillotine Choke.

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Koju Takeda:
My eyes widen a little as you recover and adapt fast, wrapping me tightly in your guard. I see your arm coming up for a choke so I straighten up, getting my head out of reach as best I can as I get my knees under me. I then bring my arms up and drive my elbows down into those legs, hoping to weaken them so they feel a bit less like steel bars wrapping around my ribs.

Madison Jones:
It's less about recovery, and more of going with the flow, as your take down puts you in the perfect position for me to assert my hold. Still you pull back preventing the full execution, your wiry frame paying dividends as I try to lock you down. I growl as you start to slam your elbows into my legs, a TIGHT SQUEEZE as a reward for your struggle. You might notice that my rainbow speedo is tenting hard, I must be fully erect by now. I shift to my right slightly, then to my left quickly releasing my legs, trying to throw you off me in the process. If it works, I lay there for a moment taking in breath, the early summer sunlight shining brightly over my lightly sweating body.

Koju Takeda:
I'm in a perfect position to see the huge bulge in your rainbow speedos, it makes me a little nervous as I remember the stakes for this match. I'd better make sure I win as I'm not sure I can handle taking that! You start shifting, using your legs to swing me from side to side as you try to get me away from you. Eventually the momentum is too great and I have to go with it, rolling out of your legs and to the side, then springing up to my feet. I see you lying there recovering, I want to do the same but I know now is a good time to strike so I force myself to act. As you suck in air, I approach and stomp one of my boots down hard on your abs.

Madison Jones:
Taking in some air, you come my way looking to strike. Rainbow boot stomps down on my abs as I give out a grunt, the incoming assault obviously giving me time to clench up my abs to help absorb the blow, eyes shifting towards yours with the nice guy look fading. Hands come up around your calf, fingers pressed to the back of your knee, I then roll slightly to my side getting to my knees holding you there like this. Grip tightens as I fall backwards, trying to toss you behind me as I still hold you leg, aiming to execute a Dragon Screw.

Koju Takeda:
Ugh, you get hold of my leg after my stomp was perhaps a little too obvious. You take it well and then execute a lovely counter, tossing me over in a Dragon Screw as I slam down heavily on my back. I bounce away from you a little and shakily get to my feet, rubbing my back and glaring at you.

Madison Jones:
I bring my knees up to my chest and then Kip-Up to standing, my sweaty body drawing cheers from the crowd as it looks fantastic in the sunlight.

Having burned some stamina to get up quickly, eyes meet yours seeing your glare. Hands come up defensive as I inch forward, center of gravity lowered, then throw a false kick at you... dropping to my knees a split second later as I try and grab hold of both your knees.

Koju Takeda:
I can't help but smile as you athletically flip up to your feet, definitely impressive but possibly a waste of valuable energy, especially with the sapping heat from the sun beating down on the ring, both of our bodies already slick with sweat now. You move towards me, feinting again, I've already realized that the trick to beating you is going to be figuring out when you're going to attack for real and which moves are just deception. I unnecessarily dodge a kick that you ended up not throwing. I then see you lunging at my legs and I decide to show off some of my own athleticism. I arch backwards and go down on my back and execute a sweet backward roll before coming back up to my feet safely out of your reach.

Madison Jones:
Hands swipe forward grabbing thin air as you pull away, another growl from me with rising frustration. You lean types are always so quick and dodgy, but when I finally get a hold of them and lock something down, that's when the real fun starts. Hands press on the canvas and push me up to standing as you defensively get away from me, hands up defensive again. "Alright Koju..." I inch forward with the ropes not far behind you, "Where ya gonna run now?" I then reach for your shoulders and try to slam my knee into your gut as hard as I can.

Koju Takeda:
You back me up into one of the corners and taunt me. "I don't need to run from you," I reply, tensing my abs as I see your knee coming up hard. With no retreat, I have no choice but to take it and I grunt from the impact. I respond by crouching down slightly, feigning being hurt, but then surging upwards with my arm out as I aim to nail you in the jaw with a big European uppercut.

Madison Jones:
Euro Uppercut connect, I stagger back again, halfway from the buckle to the center, left hand feeling my jaw. "Stubborn" I then jump and try to Drop Kick you, bare feet going towards your chest. If they connect, I imagine my full nearly 200 lbs weight will launch your back into that corner, only a foot or so away from you at this point.

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Koju Takeda:
You stumble back but stay on your feet, then without taking any pause to rest you rush at me again. I see your feet coming up as you jump into a dropkick, I have nowhere to retreat with the ropes at my back so all I can do is throw myself down fast, sprawling inelegantly out on the floor so you go flying over me and crash into the post. I also have to quickly roll away so that you don't land on top of me when you fall to the canvas.

Madison Jones:
More wasted energy as I leap and go for the dropkick, no real momentum behind it. I feel my feet slam into the turnbuckle as you drop down, an unsurprising quick roll from you to stop me from falling on you. I catch myself on my side like any wrestler is trained to do when executing a drop kick, the sound loud enough to eclipse the crowd for a moment. This isn't working... I roll out of the ring onto the sand, landing on my feet to get a breather, that cute Ref of ours starting his count as I leave. "1..."

Koju Takeda:
"Now who's running away?" I yell after you as you roll away and land on the sand outside the ring. As the ref starts the count, I decide not to risk following you but instead make it difficult for you to return to the ring. I keep myself close to the edge of the ring where you are, just far enough from the ropes to stop you reaching in and grabbing me, but close enough that I can pounce on you if you try to climb back through the ropes.

Madison Jones:
I start walking around the ring taking in breath, summer heat starting to show, keeping an eye on you. One of my fans, so eager to help me, offers me his bottle of water, and I take it. Turning away from you, I start to drink the refreshing liquid, then pour the rest over my head. It's a ploy and I don't know if you will take the bait, but if hear the sounds of your rainbow boots rushing my way to jump at me with something like a Suicide Dive, I dive to the side ready to capitalize on it. Regardless of you doing that or not, the Cute Ref keeps counting. "3.. 4... 5..."

Koju Takeda:
Ooh, when you turn your back on me to take some water, I'm so tempted to try to jump at you, but my wrestling intuition tells me you're not warn down enough for me to try that yet. I know I have to be smart, because if I get myself into trouble against a bigger guy like you, getting out of it will be very tough. So, I exercise patience, and keep guarding against your re-entry to the ring as the count climbs higher.

Madison Jones:
You don't go for it, me shaking my head as I hear no sound of you rushing my way. With the last of the liquid in the bottle, I peel the Rainbow Speedo open and pour the last of its contents over my dick where that fan can see it, a smile returning to my face. He takes a picture of it blushing. The Cute Ref has gotten to the count of 8, and so I turn and slide into the ring under the ropes... ready to grab that knee I hurt earlier with the Drag Screw if you try to stomp on me again.

Koju Takeda:
At the count of 8 you attempt to slide back into the ring. As soon as you do I quickly move beside you and then mount your back, stopping you from getting up and pinning you under me on your stomach near the ropes. I make a move to try to grab your arms and pull them back over my knees as I go looking for a camel clutch.

Madison Jones:
You are quick to take advantage of me coming into the ring, setting me up right there next to them as you go to lock on your Camel Clutch. Not the best spot to do it, my leg hooks the rope as I look to the Cute Ref, him checking to see if I give up. "Rope!" I grow through gritted teeth, the Red looking towards you and ordering your release.

Koju Takeda:
I knew this was not the ideal spot but I wanted to pounce right away and it at least gives me a little time to work you over. I lock you tightly in the camel, torturing your back, but then after a few seconds the ref orders me to release and begins a count. I intend to make the most of it, letting the count run high before I finally release you, hoping that will have worn you down a bit. I then get off your back and grab a handful of your hair to drag you away from the ropes towards the ring center.

Madison Jones:
You keep the Camel Clutch on after the Ref starts his count. The truth of the matter is, especially with the small break I just took outside, I have the means of fighting back against it... 155 lbs is something I can lift easily enough, and struggling to get my knees is something I could do. I choose to use the rope to save energy. In other words, I am not as helpless as you think I am... but I play into that facade, I sell the pain of the move, holler like you are damn near breaking my back. The ref gets to the count of 4 when you ease up and get off me, my left hand feeling my back with a look of agony written on my face. The Ref even asks if I'm okay, as you grab my hair and pull me towards the center of the ring again.

It is then that I take action, bring my arms up around your thighs, my head pressed against your bulge. I seem weakened, exactly like you want, maybe even submissive for a moment, a light nuzzle against your crotch in part to see how hard you are from this match. Hoping my trickery has worked, I then go to lift you up with me on my knees, rising to my feet, and then try to slam you down with a Spinebuster.

Koju Takeda:
It seems like I have you right where I want you, on your knees and weak, but then out of nowhere you suddenly surge up, effortlessly hoisting me up high like I way nothing at all, then slamming me down brutally on my back, so hard that I bounce a couple of feet in the air after the impact. I can only lie there for several seconds, stunned and clutching my back as I gasp for air.

Madison Jones:
Face against your abs from the impact, breathing heavy... "Finally..." I say, wanting to move this along to the fun parts. Fingers sink into your neon pink speedo, and with you stunned, I start to pull them down your body, rising to my knees while stripping you. I push myself up to standing over your naked body, toss them to my corner, and back away from you, drinking in the sight of your cock and sweaty body while I start figuring out how to finish this...

Koju Takeda:
Stunned but not ashamed as you strip me of my speedos, you might regret not immediately taking the chance to finish me off while you had it. The few seconds you take to strip me and then consider your next move allows me some recovery, so as you climb to your feet I kick out from my back with both legs, and one rainbow boot smashes into each of your knees, buckling you.

Madison Jones:
I buckle down to my knees next to you, but then fall forward onto you, hands grabbing yours by the wrists. I go to crawl up your body mounting your chest, your cock pressed up just past the ass of my rainbow speedo as I pin your hands down alongside your head. Cute Ref drops down and slaps the mat while starting his count. "One!"

Koju Takeda:
You pretty much fall on top of me, pinning my wrists as my exposed cock leaks against your speedo covered crotch. You schoolboy pin me under your body and the ref begins a count, but I'm not going down yet. At the count of 2 I push down hard with my legs and raise myself up, shoulders coming off the canvas as I buck you to the side.

Madison Jones:
You buck me off, me rolling a full rotation to the side on my back right next to the ropes. I start to bring my knees to my chest for a Kip-Up, but wince. Instead I pull myself up with the ropes, getting ready to duck down pulling the ropes open for you to go flying if you come charging my way again.

Koju Takeda:
No chance of me charging at you as I'm still shaking out the aches in my own body, just relieved not to have been pinned as I get to my feet rubbing my back some more until it feels a little better. I do then approach you as you haul yourself up on the ropes, noting from your wince that I've at least done a little damage. I try to keep you backed up against the ropes and then I kick out at your right knee again, hoping it's already weakened.

Madison Jones:
You kick out my right knee, falling to one foot under your with your cock hanging out in front of my face. My face actually nuzzles it this time, and given the previous spinebuster, I realize this is pretty suspicious... My lips come to your cut cock, opening, taking it into my mouth, my tongue licking your cockhead briefly beforehand. I don't try to do my Blowjob Spinebuster, like I said it is too obvious. Instead my hand grips your left knee HARD, the one I did the Dragon Screw too earlier, fingers pressing into the back nerve cluster there, as I try to do as much damage as I can to it while holding you here.

Koju Takeda:
Oh fuck, you drop down and actually take my cock in your mouth, which is quite the distraction! I feel your hand coming around to the back of my knee and I instinctively jerk my hips forward, shoving my cock deep down your throat and gagging you as I try to pull my leg free from your painful grip.

Madison Jones:
Your 7 inch cock hits the back of my throat causing only a slight gag, because if it isn't obvious... Well, I've had a lot of large dicks in my mouth before. With your jerking, the other hand grabs the back of your right knee, and I PULL both your legs out from under your, your cock sliding out of my mouth in the process. It's clear you have some fight in you still, and I know how to get that out of you. I start to flip you on your back, keeping your left ankle firmly in my grip. If I can get you into position, then go to WRENCH that hurt leg over my neck while my good Left Knee holds your back down. I try to apply my Stretch Muffler.

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Koju Takeda:
Oof, suddenly both legs get swept out from under me and I find myself folded up painfully into one of your signature moves, flat on my chest with my leg bent painfully over your head. I yelp in pain and reach out an arm, stretching to grab the bottom rope.

Madison Jones:
Of course you do, and while you grab my hand is coiling around your uncut cock, my saliva acting as plenty of lube. With my fingers starting to slide, my thumb on the underside of your cock, I make sure to stimulate your V spot... your frenulum plenty as I start to stroke. The Cute Ref seeing your hand and ordering my release, and I just SMILE at him, the crowd cheering as I start to milk you, my fans starting to chant "CUM! CUM! CUM!" The Ref is counting, and for each number that passes, I stroke your cock three, maybe 4 times, speeding up as I do. I continue to do this until you shoot your load all over the canvas under your abdomen, or until right before the count of 5.

Koju Takeda:
You stroke me fast and expertly, getting my balls churning. I'm on the brink of shooting a load but luckily you have to break before the count reaches 5. I close my eyes for a couple of seconds after the break to get myself under control, I'm literally a touch away from blowing my load everywhere. I finally get up to my feet and face you again, more turned on than I've ever been, but I'm still holding out hope to get the win so I can fuck your ass.

Madison Jones:
As you rise up to your feet, I too am rising to my feet, wincing from my knee right. Standing face to face again, I manage to crack a smile, "How's it hanging." I hope to blindside you with the question as I lunge into the Collar and Elbow again, aiming to push you to the ropes in the process. We both have hurt knees, so I think that evens out, my weight and size still in my favor with you, as you pointed, on the verge of cumming. If I get to you the ropes, I throw a knee at your gut... a little lower... that soft tissue between your navel and above your cock.

Koju Takeda:
Both of us look a bit worn down now, although I'm so horned up and high on adrenaline that I'm actually feeling kinda good. You come searching for another lockup, but I learnt my lesson the first time and I want no part of it. Instead, I dodge as you lunge at me, ducking down and coming up behind your back. I then launch a spinning kick into the base of your back as I hope to send you staggering towards the ropes.

Madison Jones:
I go staggering towards the ropes for sure, catching myself with my hands on the top ropes. You can't see it, but the fans at ringside can, pain painted on my face as you have done some damage to my back from earlier. I turn back towards you, rainbow speedo sticking out from me like a spike, arms over the top rope gather breath. When you come my way, and I'm sure you will, I raise both feet aiming to slam them into your chest or head.

Koju Takeda:
You end up with your arms draped over the top rope. One of my own favorite tricks from this position is to swing both legs up at an oncoming opponent, so I'm aware of the possibility. I fake rushing at you, but halt myself at the last moment, trying to catch both of your legs as they swing up, leaving you precariously suspended, hanging on to the ropes for support with your body horizontal.

Madison Jones:
Eyes go wide as you fake me out, my body suspended in the air, my cock pressing up my rainbow speedo or the whole crowd to see, all while you hold my legs up. "Of Fuck." Grit my teeth, arms spread wide, I reach my left down first and grip the second rope to add to the stability, the top rope still firmly under my armpit. Next I reach my right hand down doing the same. Confident with my position secured, I struggle to get my left leg free. If I do, I try to kick you in the head.

Koju Takeda:
You arch yourself backward over the rope, grabbing onto the middle rope to secure yourself. I counter this by moving towards the ropes myself, pushing your legs down so that your back is arched painfully over the top rope as I fold your body in half.

Madison Jones:
My attempt to get my leg free fails as you step up to the ropes. The flexibility of the ropes twists and bends, the torque showing on my back, though since you are holding my legs and not my thighs, my back does bend as much as you hoped. This is not a valid submission move and I'm literally on the ropes, as such the Ref is conflicted on if to start counting this or not. I however double down on my strategy, reaching my left hand down to grab the bottom rope next followed by the right hand. With my ankles under your armpits, and using all the strength of my core muscles, I try to flip you over the top rope to the sand outside.

Koju Takeda:
You reach down even further, which increases the bend in your back but gives you a good amount of leverage. I can feel the strength in your legs as you try to kick out, possibly even to flip me, so I change tack and instead fling your legs up and over the ropes, so you end up on your feet on the sand outside the ring.

Madison Jones:
Almost like a spring, my legs go flipping over the top rope as you sacrifice your position to avoid getting flipped over, my feet landing on the sand outside the apron. Eyes look up to you with some anger, back aching, but I'm still young and can manage. Hands grab your rainbow boots now and PULL you off your feet, my back turning against the ring as I pull your knees over my shoulders. Taking two steps forward, I try to drag you out of the ring, resulting with you hanging down over my back if I'm successful. Ref start counting.. 1.. 2..

Koju Takeda:
You yank my boots out from under me and pull my legs under the ropes as I land on my ass. I quickly reach up and secure a firm grip on the middle rope with both hands to stop you dragging me completely out of the ring. The ref starts counting for both of us as we need to get completely back in the ring having reached what appears to be a bit of a stalemate.

Madison Jones:
We still have plenty of time outside the ring. With you hanging on, I abandon the hold letting go of your legs so you hang there with your arms holding the rope, all while I turn towards you. Balling up my fists, I then start slamming them into your gut over and over, Right, Left, Right. Ref continues to count... 3... 4... 5...

Koju Takeda:
You come at me and start firing off gut punches, but I've had enough of always being the one playing defense in this match. Waiting for you to get close enough, I fold my legs up and then swing them up and straighten them out as I aim both boots right at your head, looking for a vicious blow to send you reeling.

Madison Jones:
With the punches landing into your gut, the impact to your abs seems to not affect you much. While I'm doing that, you then fold up your legs between us, barely enough space for me to throw punches, then launch your boots at my head. I manage to get my hands up with the obvious setup of what you are doing, both boots slamming into my forearms guarding my face, the impact blowing back against the barricade elbows on it. I glare at you, the Ref continuing to count with that obvious tone that we best get back in the ring. 6... 7... 8...

Koju Takeda:
My boots hit your elbows. You slightly back up and glare at me and I take the opportunity to swing my legs back up onto the canvas and roll under the rope and back into the ring. I painfully get to my feet, aching and sweating all over by now as I prepare myself to cut you off again as you try to re-enter the ring.

Madison Jones:
As you slide back into the I shake my head. I have to move fast with the threat of disqualification being very real. Had your boots connected to my head, surely I would have been out, but cushioning the blow saved me from that fate. I grab the top rope, pull myself up to the apron not sliding in like last time. Ref Counts. 9... Now I show my own aerial athletics as I jump up on the top rope just like one of my idols, then SPRING off it at you with a Flying Forearm Smash, the move made famous by AJ Styles as the Phenomenal Forearm.

Koju Takeda:
I'm expecting you to simply try to slide back under the ropes, so I'm surprised when you climb the ropes and leap at me. I backpedal quickly to give myself some time, and when you launch yourself off the ropes I prepare to make you pay for trying something so reckless. As soon as you're airborne, I drop back deliberately landing on my ass and swinging my boots up, so your chest is flying straight for them. I brace myself for a big impact.

Madison Jones:
Chest colliding with your boots, I let out a huge cry from the force of the impact, crow gasping as I fall to my side clutching my chest. Slowly roll to the ropes away from you dripping with sweat, its spatter on the canvas, while looking completely stunned and devastated from your reversal.

Koju Takeda:
You look stunned and I pounce quickly, knowing this is my moment. I get up and grab your ankles to drag you away from the ropes to the middle of the ring, then I go looking for the pin. I mount your chest, schoolboy pinning your shoulders to the canvas as I spread my knees wide for a stable base. This also means that my exposed cock is now right in your face, smothering you as the ref begins a count. 1...

Madison Jones:
My gut is reeling, much damage has been done to me spread over my body in this match. Grabbing my ankles, you drag me away from ropes, my hands weakly reaching trying to grab it. You then slide over me, your cock in my face, schoolboy pin... the most cocky of pins. Ref count 1... chest heaving under you, you feel me struggling. Ref counts 2... and then I strike. I kick up my legs under your arms, and using all the force I normally use with a Kip-Up, I throw your 155 lbs frame down to the canvas below me with a School Boy Pin Reversal. Ref starts his count. 1...

Koju Takeda:
Fuck, thought I had you but suddenly you pull off a textbook reversal and I'm the one in trouble. Your greater bulk pinning me down. Unable to get my shoulders off the canvas, I wrap my legs around your head and squeeze as tightly as I can in an attempt to weaken you quickly.

Madison Jones:
You get your legs around my head, your shoulders still on the canvas. I retaliate now by bringing my right hand up and wrapping it around your cock. Gritting my teeth, I Glare in your eyes as I start to stroke it some more, the Ref slapping the canvas again. 2...

Koju Takeda:
Ooh fuck, your hand on my cock again, still massively worked up from earlier. As you start stroking me again I can feel my balls churning. I scream and push down with my arms to get a shoulder up and break the pin count, but I feel that unstoppable sensation building inside me and despite avoiding being pinned I can't avoid shooting my load all over your hand and body.

Madison Jones:
You get your shoulder up from your squirming, just enough that the pin is foiled, I feel your body tense up as you go over the edge. Given the position I have you pinned down in, your cock is aimed at your chest.

- Milking Pin

And so as you shoot, you coat my hand and yourself with your load. I smile from the action, but nonetheless the pin is foiled. I continue to stroke your cock while holding you here, making sure it is nice and empty, my own cock hard and pressing into your back. The crowd is cheering the action, but only after you are showing fatigue from your forced orgasm do I release the position.

Koju Takeda:
Now covered in my own cum, I feel drained as you finally release me. I roll away, groaning and feeling weak, but I force myself up for one last effort. I stare at you across the ring but just slump back against the ropes, giving myself time as I wait for you to come to me.

Madison Jones:
I force myself up to standing looking at you, surely your reflexes have slowed down from all this, the continual damage and now the afterglow hitting. Breathing heavily, I rush at you, jump, and try to land a Shining Wizard Kick to the side of your head.

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Koju Takeda:
I see you rush at me and then jump, I know it's now or never for me. As you fly at my head, I duck slightly and as you pass overhead I push up with my hands against your ass to send you sailing high, clean over the ropes and crashing into the sand beyond as the crowd ooh and gasp appreciatively.

Madison Jones:
Tossed over the rope I collapse on the sand with a loud grunt laying there face down, the fans on the other side of the barricade watching. With me outside the ring, the Ref comes to the rope and looks over. I continue to lay there with my chest heaving as a few fans next to me start to chant my name. The Ref starts his count. 1... 2... 3...

Koju Takeda:
You sprawl out in a heap, face down in the sand. Moving as quickly as I can, though not at full speed after the abuse I've taken, I climb up onto the corner post and fly at you, as I aim to come crashing down on your back in a big full body splash.

Madison Jones:
At this point, I am not in any condition to dodge, and so your high flying maneuver is met with no resistance, the sound of two sweaty soaked bodies hitting and a loud grunt coming from me, my hand coming up weakly to feel the impact spot as I continue to lay there. The Ref continues the count. 4... 5... 6...

Koju Takeda:
My plan now is to hold you here up to a count of 8 or 9, then make a quick break for the ring and hope you can't make it back in time. After the splash flattens you into the sand, I shakily rise to my feet, a little winded from the impact myself, and place my boot on the back of your head, mashing your face into the sand. I then move down to your legs and stomp on the backs of your knees, hoping to immobilize you. Then, just as the count passes eight, I run and dive for the ring and slip under the bottom rope.

Madison Jones:
You rise off me, shaking from your impact, you plan to win by count out. You underestimate the sound of my fans cheering me on. Your rainbow boot on the back of my head, you get a response out of me, body starting to flail as you force sand in my mouth and eyes. The crowd continues to cheer for me, your ruthless tactics not impressing them. Coming to my legs, you stomp on my knees, a couple cries coming from me as I roll on my back in the direction of the ring. The Ref gets to the count of 8... as you turn to leave me like a piece of garbage. The fans next to us are still cheering for me, calling my name, my hands shooting forward and grabbing your knee... your left knee, the one I've worked on all match from the Dragon Screw, to the Stretch Muffler, and of course your impact on me moments ago.

Legs wrap around it, me intent on not letting you have such a cowardly victory. I PULL you down to the sand with me, wrapping my legs around your knees as the Ref counts 9. I give it a tight pull as I lock you into a Reverse Achilles Hold immobilizing you... The Ref is ready to disqualify us both.

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Koju Takeda:
You surprise me by shooting out and wrapping your legs around my knees, stopping me from escaping. I hear the count getting higher and I dive for the rope, seeing if I can stretch and wrap my hands around the bottom rope from here, and maybe use that to haul myself back inside the ring and break your grip.

Madison Jones:
Reaching, stretching, perhaps it is the fatigue of the match, or my fierce determination not to let you get away. You manage to grab the rope but it is too late, the Ref counts 10, and the Bell rings. Only then do I finally let go, then start clutching my sides fully reacting to the abuse I've taken.

Koju Takeda:
I'm unable to tug myself away and get back to the ring, and the ref gets to ten and the bell rings with both of us still on the outside. There's a murmur of confusion from the crowd, uncertain what this means, but it looks like a double disqualification and a technical draw. I sag down tired against the outside of the ring as you let me go, all my energy gone.

Announcer:
"Ladies and Gentleman. The match is a draw due to a Double Disqualification."

Madison Jones:
The crowd boos the results, nobody is ever happy when this happens. As for me... I lay there, on my back feeling my sides, before turning and trying to pull myself up on the barricade. Eventually a medical personnel comes over to help me up, my arm over his shoulder as he starts to help me backstage.

Koju Takeda:
I feel a little guilty as the medic comes out to help you, I move to your other side and help support you on our way backstage. "Sorry man, but what a great match, you were awesome," I say as we reach one of the tents and we both sit down, absolutely exhausted.

Madison Jones:
I don't respond much, but it is with reluctance that I take your arm. Finally we disappear back into the tent.

Published: 2022-06-07, viewed 118 times.