SECW - SouthEast Championship Wrestling

Previous Match: A White Knight Struggles (Asian Assassin Vs Madison]
Related Match: The Silencer of Screams (Asian Assassin Vs Erik Atlas)

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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. - Asian Assassin - Age 34, 6’0”, 242 lbs, 10” Cut Cock

Madison Jones:
Asian Assassin, Alex as he told me his name was. I don't know how true that is, but what is true is that he managed to take down my friend Erik in a rather brutal match. This is the SECW though, sanctioned rules in the ring, not some underground fight place streamed on the dark web. All that aside, the simple fact remains that I managed to beat him in a match in New Orleans last month, and now I'm lined up for another match with him here at the Bourbon Pub. I'm nervous about it too, not sure if I just got lucky last time or not. In times like this, I close my eyes and think of that one scene in my favorite movie where the hero is trying to maintain his confidence; it's the true struggle for a hero if you ask me.

I'm sitting around in the dress room getting ready to go out. I see Alex come out from the private area, I'm sure that he just got done relieving himself, something he seemed to forget to do in our last match. He's not going to be easy to milk this time, at least not that easy... but I learned last time that it's his big weakness. I give a casual nod as I finish pulling up my blue trunks.

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A casual nod to Alex as I move towards the entrance. "Good... Good luck out there." My voice almost cracks... confidence, need to have that... I firm up. "Your match with Erik was impressive, but I'm gonna take you down again." With that I'm ready to head out.

Asian Assassin:
I take my time to leave the shower / changing area of the back area of the Bourbon Pub, and boy do I take my time to get ready. I know the crowd is getting fired up, especially since they want a repeat of my last match with Madison. He got me moaning in the ring and I fell to him, after letting my... baser... needs get the better of me. My fault really, I always enjoy the sensual sexual nature of these matches and I get swept up in them.

But not this time. I plan to make that knightly body turn red by my knuckles and leave him in knots! To pre-celebrate that, I wear my bright red trunks... not as sexy as some would like but I think it's that faint suggestion of the beercan underneath that is better for me.

Frankly, I worked out and jerk off all over the punching bag and I'm sure some beta janitor is more than happy to lick the cream off, but I digress. I walk out and see you eyeing my general direction. In the fucking cutest trunks. Did I just hear that shake in your voice?

Come on, Madison, don't be a bitch too soon for me. Why are..... ah, Erik.

"Don't worry," I smile in response. "Erik was a warm-up." I stretch out and FLEX my torso as you turn and go. "Besides, I can't wait to paint you... white.... knight." A naughty, naughty grin plastered on my face.

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Madison Jones:
You make your bravado about painting me white, no doubt remembering my little habit of doing that to people after I force an emission, just like I did to you. "I wouldn't count on it Alex." Yeah he took down Erik, but it was a challenge for him. "Here in the ring, I'm going to make you cry out in ecstasy again. Make no mistake Alex, I'm throwing everything I have at you, and by the end of this match when you are covered in cum, it will be 2 to 0." How's that for confidence? I think to myself. With one of the staff gesturing for me to head out, I turn as the Announcer begins. "See you out there."

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

English Cover of Alumina

An English cover of the song Alumina plays causing the crowd to cheer. I make my way out from the back waving to the crowd as I make my way there, a huge response from them as I am indeed on my way to the champion spot in the federation merely from the number of matches I've put on not to mention my victory count.

As I get to the ring, I slide in under the bottom rope, then climb the turnbuckle holding both hands up for the crowd to see, many people taking pictures. My music starts to die down as I drop to the canvas, back against my corner with my elbows over the ropes. I watch to see Alex , Asian Assassin, come out, me looking for a weak point to break down and cement a victory.

Announcer:
Your music dies down and after a few moments the announcer goes:
"And his opponent, coming in at 6' 240lbs... ASIAN ASSAAAAAASSINNNNNN!"

Asian Assassin’s Theme

Asian Assassin:
The song “No Falter by Wolfgang” from the Final Fantasy movie soundtrack plays. Whipping the crowd to a wild frenzy! I start to walk the path down the ring, signature strut, acknowledging the crowd every so often, but definitely focused on the stud in the squared circle. My tan skin glistening from light oil. The crowd goes wild celebrating getting to see me in action. Some love to watch me win, some love to see me suffer, and of course they all secretly want to lose again! I don't blame them, I KNOW I look good either way! Let's hope that thought doesn't bite me in the... ass.

I get to the ring and with some flair, grab the top rope anchor... then the mid.. and with smooth control, I perform a human flag pole as I lift my legs up and over the top ropes... and I swing my low arm up so I end up sitting at the top ropes and I do a double bicep pose on top!

The crowd goes wild and I slide down, getting ready to meet you in the center!

Madison Jones:
Listening to your music, I of course recognize the song even though I hated the movie. Both of us coming to the center of the ring, the Ref starts to go over the rules, Single Fall Pin / Submission, Loser Gets Fucked. While he is going on about it mainly for the sake of the crowd, I do my usual, I extend a handshake much like last time.

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As I make eye contact expecting you to shake, and in doing so, you can see my confidence starting to swell up. I'm telling myself mentally that I can do this, that I have to, that as big as you are, I can take you down. "Wrestling is supposed to be fun. Let's keep it that way." It's the last thing I say, both hands coming up regardless if you shake or not, ready to lock up with the classic collar and elbow.

Asian Assassin:
The ref reminds us of the rules of the match and I just nod. I mainly gaze at you, subconsciously with intensity. Our last match got me interested in you, and I want to see if I can tease anything else interesting out.

I warmly shake your hand. It is a firm handshake, making sure my eyes meet yours now and crack a wry smile just as we disengage. You want wrestling to be fun. Though we may have... different interpretations of fun at times, this IS an SECW match... so concessions are made. You puff so cutely, I think, then I remember how you used my body last time. There'll be hell to pay for that, Mads.

You present a lock up and go for the lock with a thud on the canvas as we connect and the crowd goes wild! "Let's give them and ourselves a good show..." I mumble during the lock... then RAISES and RAMS my knee into your gut!

Madison Jones:
You don't even try to lock up with me, both hands coming up you ram you knee into my gut causing me to stagger back as I cough, completely unexpecting that. The crowd looks surprised at the lack of the lockup, a match up that clearly would have been in your favor. I look up at you, left hand holding my gut, eyes showing some clear anger. "I expected better Alex."

You caught me off guard, but the simple fact is that one knee to the gut, even unprepared isn't enough to take my bricks out. Hands up defensive, I come back in at you, reach for your right arm, and try to WRENCH it behind your back. If I do, I then raise my right foot and go to slam my heel into the back of your right knee, my target this match being clear now.

Asian Assassin:
The knee connects and I can see that that started to get your blood pumping... "You expect me to play nice, M -- UNGH!" Too busy retorting, I forget how quick you are and I feel you wrap my own arm around my back. Then I'm forced to take the knee down! GUH!

I find myself grunting in pain from the sudden twist and drop. Though this is not the first time any of my joints have been targeted, it still hurts everytime! "NNuh... not bad, M." I say as I grip my stretched shoulder. Arched back from the hold... but then I pivot at the hips and SWING you off and over me, trying to send you flying off! "But I'm not here to play." As I slowly get up and shake off the pain. Then as you try to get up, I try to rush at you with my shoulder aiming for your chest!

Madison Jones:
A couple things happen as you take control. With the flip, you do send me flying, however my aikido martial arts training kicks in and I hit the canvas angling my shoulder and roll out of the impact. You're down though, so perhaps you don't see the full extent of how I avoided the impact, but you might have notice the lack of the canvas echoing my impact. As for you rushing at me, I'm there watching you aim your shoulder at my chest.

You wanted me to have my confidence, well here it is. My hands up defensive while you charge at me like a raging bull, shoulders hitting my arms that guard my chest, I absorb the impact falling to my back. To the cheers of the crowd, I kick my feet up into your gut, launching you over my shoulder behind me toward the turnbuckle with a monkey flip, me listening carefully for how you take the impact. I try not to assume anything here. Regardless of how you take the hit, I'm already in motion, bringing my knees to my chest and doing a kip-up to get up quickly. No word, but some smugness on my face I feel like I got the better of this early exchange.

Asian Assassin:
I almost expected it, but I see chiseled forearms come up and I can feel my shoulder connecting with something denser than pec meat.. though the sound of you slamming against the canvas is still satisfying, I know that hit barely got you. True enough, with feline agility your feet kick up and SLAM into my abs and I am flipped over and my back impacts to the corner buckles! I catch and breath through the whole motion just enough to keep myself from coughing my protein shake lunch... it's rare that I get flipped around and I am again forced to acknowledge your skill from that hit!

I find myself upside down, a few inches away from your back and head as you scramble to your feet. In the drone of the slam and roar of the crowd, I cannot be sure you can even hear me but I roll to my side and get to my feet with less grace but with more speed... you get to your feet first but facing away from me. I get up moments after.. I then grab your shoulder and spin you around.. and as you turn to face me, my fist RAMS itself into your solar plexus, just below the ribcage!

"Cute moves, M." as my hand wraps around your throat and LIFT you off the canvas by a few inches.. "But you gotta do better than that - " as my exclamation is chokeslamming you back first to the canvas!

Madison Jones:
Spinning me toward you, your fist slams into my solar plexus, my eyes bulge from the hit. While not explicitly banned from Professional Wrestling, it is frowned upon, along with other vital shots such as a kidney strike and a heart punch. I grunt from the hit, a devastating blow fitting of a man who calls himself an Assassin. That being said, I am still very fresh this match, and so I pull away as I take a deep breath of air.

As you grab my neck with me trying to pull away, I start to get worried that you may be trying to harm my throat, another violation right up there with the vital shots I mentioned. If it wasn't for the commentators making such a big deal about the incoming Chokeslam, in part due to all the spectacle it has gained over the last 20 years, I might not have realized what you were about to do. I will not be put down so easily. When you lift me up, I'm quick to react knowing the perfect counter.

Your hand on my neck, both of mine come to grip yours, the typical behavior people have come to associate from the victim of this attack. Lifting me up, my hands and arm muscles help support my weight so it's not all on my neck. Legs swing up and wrap around your arm, me shifting my weight and practically spinning around your strong bicep. My defensive style again on display, perhaps you remembering it more now from our match in New Orleans. I counter your chokeslam and drag your back to the canvas with us still in the center of the ring, your arm pulled tight to my chest, my groin under your bicep protected. I lock you into a Cross Armbar.

Asian Assassin:
I get the choke on and high and for a moment, when I think I have you for a ride, your legs wrap around my arm and you roll me into a cross arm bar! DAMN!

If this was not a match and I was on the receiving end, I would be impressed. As it is, my mind races as the pressure of your hold and the crowd's anticipation drives me to find a way to not let this counter move debilitate me so early in the match. I can feel my cock throb from excitement as this exchange does get me excited but the thought passes without much impact. This match is the thing now! Forced to look up at the bright lights, I leverage my much larger frame and roll into you, my other hand reaching out.... as my other bends and grabs my forearm... so I can WREST it out of grip, using that triangle to take charge and prevent any more damage to my arm.

Free, I adjust my grip and lock my hands together... then I start to roll even more toward you to... trapping one leg and forcing the gap between your legs to widen and I get to my side.

I then use my legs to slowly get to my knees.. then with as much leverage I can muster, I swing my legs toward your face and torso.. not to strike but to mount your core... facing your legs.. and I start to twist that trapped leg in between my arms and using that angle to inflict some pain!

Madison Jones:
Rolling towards me to neutralize the torque of the armbar, it shows that you know this move well enough to mitigate the damage. Making matters worse for me is that the impact to my solar plexus has left me dazed, weakened, and so while I pulled off a marvelous feat with my counter that brought out a cheer from the crowd, it has cost me the means of keeping you completely locked down.

Managing to transition onto my chest, I start to release my hands from your arms because I know I'm in trouble. You start twisting one of my legs trapped in my arms to cause pain, a grunt coming from me as I lay on the canvas behind you. You might notice that in all of this, there is a tent in my trunks, my arousal growing as you take control of me... and yet I fight.

I throw a right fist into your back as hard as I can, do it again, and again. While I'm doing those three hits, I bring my other leg up, both knees pressing towards your chest as hard as I can. With all the force I usually use with a Kip-Up, I KICK OUT, trying to use a combination of the pain I've inflicted and the force generated from my legs to get you off me. If I do, I roll away from you on my side two rotations to the ropes, and start to pull myself up using them.

Asian Assassin:
I know that I won't be able to hold this position for long, but I only needed to break that arm bar. I still try to flex and crank the hold to hopefully deal some more damage... As I look down though, I see the blue trunks rising, and I smirk, making sure to try to make contact between that bulge and the body parts that are in play. It's not much of an assault but rather a suggestion of what I intend to play with after this match. "Looks.. like... you're enjoying this... HUHMNGH!"

The final point becomes a grunt of pain as you start pounding my back... with a final attack forcing me off you... I end up doing a forward roll.. and a half and I end up face down on the canvas... The crowd goes wild at this... more so with the view of my ass for everyone to see.

I try to scramble my feet, a little disoriented, trying to follow where you would've gone. I try to reach my back to hit the sore spot you kicked off from... then right myself up. I see you rolling and almost to your feet near to me, and I get over to you and grab your hair and your arm too slowly to force you to your feet. I even make sure to drrrraaaggg your face from my thigh to my crotch then up my abs.... waiting to see if you'll do anything about it... otherwise I prompt my other arm wide, trying to go for a bear hug on your delicious form!

Madison Jones:
Hands grabbing ahold of my hair and arm, I let out a grunt, then immediately start trying to pull away from you. You force my head to your thigh, hands coming up behind them getting ready to try something, then you do something I wasn't expecting... You rub my face against your bulge. Fuck... I can feel it, that huge 10 incher of yours pressing against my face, it's almost like time slows while you are doing it, my trunks tenting even harder now.

With my arms in position, I'm set to do my spinebuster, but that act of rubbing my face against your cock has disrupted my thought process. Now you pull me into a bearhug, our crotches grinding into each other, as I grunt out frustration. Hands come to your meaty chest and first I push hoping I can get free, my bulge becoming rock hard now pressing into yours as you hold me here. Eyes starting to look desperate, I bring my arms wide and then slam them together alongside your head, boxing your ears in the process. Using that pain, I then try to get out of your grip again fearing what you might have planned with me stuck in the bearhug.

Asian Assassin:
I feel it immediately... "hmmm.. I guess you like getting thrown around, huh, Madison?" As I CRRRAAAANNKKKK that hold to make sure that your back gets a good back compress care of my arms! Seeing you struggle while feeling your raging boner against my package makes me shudder with anticipation... I have been stewing with frustration after my loss to you that I will savor destroying your body and mind!

As I was about to go for a massive blow, however, your hands come down hard against my ears and the explosive ringing in my skull makes me yelp-groan that it makes the first few seats jump back in shock... I feel my senses go dull from the overload.. as I still try to lift and slam you back first to the canvas and release you. I know it's probably not as devastating as originally intended but I hope it is enough to stagger you as I take a few steps back... shaking my head to find some relief from the bells of Notre Dame in my mind!

Madison Jones:
Your arm strength is impressive. In fact virtually everything about you is. It's almost like you were built to fight, break, and even fuck Alpha guys. Me... I'm not one of them, I'm just a guy who likes to fuck in the ring. That doesn't mean I don't fight back, I fight back with everything I have, and lately this year, I've been winning a lot too. I don't care if that hurts your pride, you can stew on that all you want, at the end of the day I do my best like my dad taught me.

Falling to the canvas after you release me, I throw out my hands mid fall striking the mat to help mitigate the impact, an aikido trick kicking in once again to help me. I roll away on my side, getting up to my knee, feeling my ribs from your crushing bearhug. The crowd is cheering, I'm sweating some, and the bright lights are reflecting off me nicely.

I see you shaking your head, as much as I may be should keep up the offense, but I need a moment to breathe. Hands up defensive, I fall back towards the corner. You aren't dumb enough to charge me Alex, that would a bad gamble. I get ready to counter you if you try to grab me. If you do, I'm throwing you right into that steel post behind my shoulder first.

Asian Assassin:
Leave it to you to make sure even recuperating is sexy. I get my senses back, surprised that you have not attacked me while I was stunned. Though I feel like that I've hurt you enough to make you at least catch your breath some. I turn and see you glinting under the lights, a delicious, shiny, hairy popsicle I cannot wait to lap up.

You watch me... hell, you dare me rush at you. I smirk back and instead stand tall.. and adjust my package. It's not completely stiff unlike yours but the blood has been throbbing... and EVERYONE can tell it's there. I purposefully, slowly... start walking towards no. Hands just to my side.. then I adjust my package as I walk, my red square barely containing my package in semisolid state. I smirk again, making sure I make you look at the outline in the light... my strut.. my pace is unchanged... almost mouthing the words again... See. Something. You. Like?

You hear the word "Madison." As I am suddenly next to you! Breathing down your neck... the shock in your face and the screams of the crowd suddenly flash forward. Wasn't I just walking from the opposite corner? No flash moves, just a trick of the light on a bulge.. and desire.

I'm suddenly next to you. My hand around your neck... "I've been holding your neck for two seconds, M." I whisper.. as I raise my other hand... then hooks on your BULGE. I telegraph a powerlift and slam. "You gonna stop me?" I smirk like the devil.

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Madison Jones:
Calling my name, I snap too, startled, I jump with your hand on my neck. You might expect a normal person to react with some fear, amazement, or even amusement. I don't, as there are easily 10 different scenarios playing out in my mind as you do something that is clearly unnatural. Eyes dilate, true concern showing in them, I go to shove you away as you cup my groin.

Knee comes flying into your gut as you start to lift me, a panic in me clear as day, elbow hitting the side of your face. I knock your head to the side as hard as I can, the other arm grabbing the rope right next us, me using the pain I inflict to pull me away from you ruining the incoming move. I stumble away from you for unexplained reasons, a look of fear starting to well up in them, the crowd looking confused as to why I not only stood still for two seconds, but why my confidence has suddenly drained away.

"What the fuck! Stay... stay back."

Asian Assassin:
Your reflexes are so dialed in, so honed that the split second you snapped out of that. That got me so turned on for some reason. You SCULPTED yourself into a fighting machine. That reaction time rarely comes as a gift to anyone. Even I do not react that quickly in combat. You are something else.

That said, I just had to. I had to try the Snakecharmer Stare on you. It usually only works once or twice, and it's a trump card but I had to see that hidden reserve of lust you've had churning within you. Teasing that out with a few words and actions and... near instant pause. You snapped out of it so quickly, unlike anyone else I've ever tried it. I usually... eliminate... them by then.

There's something about you. Something... special.

I start to laugh even as your strike sting and I slowly turn away from you. You can see my cock is rock solid in my red trunks now, as if threatening to break free. "Not bad, M." I tease that fluctuating confidence of yours... "But you didn't capitalize on the opening I gave you." As I start to walk towards you... but this time will full beat down intent. "Bad move."

Suddenly I spring into action, rushing towards you.. then at the last minute I duck under you... and hoping I make it in time, bounce off the ropes to try to clothesline you!

Madison Jones:
You tell me that I had an opening, but that doesn't really make sense. You did a weird trick to get my head, something unnatural, I dare say mystical, and that doesn't belong in the ring. Rushing towards me suddenly, your cock barely contained by those red trunks, you are clearly not going to abide by my statement to stay back. You don't realize the fear that is going through my mind, hands up defensive I realize I still have to fight you.

As you get within reach, I go to grab your shoulder, the steel post behind me perfect to fling you into. Normally I would hesitate to some degree before doing it, but not this time, I might not be fighting a man here. As I reach for you, I overestimate the distance... or you did something... regardless, I'm feeling open exposed on my backside as you duck under me. Turn towards you as you hit the ropes, hands coming up just in time to block the Clothesline. I still go down, you have too much weight on me.

Eyes looking at you with concern, fight or flight fighting with each other in my mind, it leaning towards flight... then crowd starts up. They chant my name, "Maddy Jones, Maddy Jones." Fuck... I can't leave them hanging. Knees to my chest I kip up to standing to save time, you having passed over me since I went down with the clothesline. As I turn to face you, it's time to bush out those Taekwondo skills I've been trained to use against real threats, not fuck jobs in the ring. I take a step forward to you, shifting sideways, cock my hips a little and throw my right foot at you aimed at the knee as I perform a Yeop Chagi - Side Kick.

Asian Assassin:
We do the rope shuffle as I duck under and attempt a clothesline and I get to connect... though instead of hitting your meaty pecs, bonier arms defend yourself from me. I shake my head to the side in disappointment, hoping to have gotten a more impactful hit. Again your agility at the forefront.

You get up as you are goaded on by the audience and acrobatically get up and I rush towards you, something about your shift stance. That kata... I know that stance, I see it but something in the way you chamber...

I instinctively stop myself and try to shift my flow with your kick... that even as your leg connects with mine I am already moving in the direction. A loud SSLLAAPP echoes as you connect and I end up rolling as my trajectory gets wrecked and I drop and roll onto my side. Grabbing my leg from the impact as I land against the corner on the side... using the ropes to slowly get up.

Damn. It's like you flicked a switch. Why are you... panicked... all of a sudden?

Madison Jones:
With the kick connecting and knocking you away, you can see me keep up the Taekwondo stance. I normally don't bring it out in the ring, this isn't meant for wrestling, it's meant for fighting, bone breaking, to be able to really hurt a person. I've slipped it out before in matches, usually as a one off to show off with, but this time it is different, I am legit trying to defend myself. The crowd is cheering, they don't seem to realize how serious of a position I've shifted into, the announcer comparing me to a cornered animal and mentioning my martial arts background.

"Stay down Alex." I inch forward, my normal defensive posture gone, this is me with my fangs bared ready to attack some more. I take two steps forward, raise my right leg high, and go to bring it down on your right shoulder, your clavicle specifically. It is a blow designed to break that bone and completely disable the arm. You want to do targeted blows like earlier to my solar plexus, to grab my neck, you want to do mystic attacks that mess with my head? You are a threat, a man literally calling himself an assassin. The last one who came after me ended up being a clean-up job for The Quicksand.

Anyhow I try to bring my heel down on your Clavicle now with a Naeryeo Chagi - Axe Kick. You seemed to recognize my shift in stance earlier, you probably realize I'm aiming to try and break that bone. If it works, I throw a kick right to the center of your chest trying to get you away from me. Fight or Flight Mode active, currently favoring fight.

Asian Assassin:
Get to my knees and I'm almost up when I feel the shadow of your presence over me, and I look up just in time to see you chamber your knee up, then you leg and as it swings down, I let out a massive expletive that the first few rows hear as I roll forward and away from the strike!

Fuck. Something switched in you and now that sweet white knight is in full crusader mode. Maybe even more. You're here to conquer. This is not what this federation is about but I am not about to be beaten down by someone who DOES have that inner instinct to fight... to survive.

The foot thuds onto the canvas, but I'm sure you've held that strike at the last minute to keep you from hurting yourself but that measure of swing does not pull back... you had full intent to hurt me and I will try to respond in return...

From behind you, you feel that back of your stabilizing knee get struck as I mule kick my boot backward, making you adjust... then with us back to back and with just enough time for me to hook my arms under yours... I then lift you up into the preparation for a CRUCIFIXION...

"I don't know what's gotten into you".. as I step forward to prep the slam attempt.... "but you need to chill the fuck out M!"

Madison Jones:
The 90s were the era of Wrestling I cared about most, a young boy who knew my dad was a wrestler, but not allowed to watch his matches. I would stay over at a friend's home, go there after school, watch the WWF with him, and see the big names. The Rock, Stone Cold, Eddie, Angle, and Scott Hall… Razor Ramon. Watching those men struggle, sweat, and suffer may be the thing that made me aware I was gay.

Alex manages to outwit me, avoid my hit, and knock out my knee. Before I can even hit the canvas, you pull up into a move a much younger version of myself used to masturbate to, the move that Ramon called the Razor's Edge. I know how it ends, the back of the neck smashed into the canvas or something worse, the potential for injury. You talk and give me valuable time to think.

Gotten into me? Chill Out?, I mentally repeat your words while you hold me up with the potential to cripple me, I dare say, assassinate me. I am not helpless. I raise my knees while you speak, then slam my bare feet hard into your back, use my ab muscles to curl my chest forward, arms still stretched. "Get The Fuck Off Me!" Lift me legs again aiming to slam them in your back, hoping to get loose before you can finish the famous move.

Asian Assassin:
I purposefully take time before throwing you down as I wanted to make sure you are fine... and for my patience, Madison responds with an attempt to break my hold. The first one makes me stumble forward and the crowd gasps at the sudden destabilization. Fine. I brace as I feel you curl up and I grip your arm/armpit connection tighter in the cross.

I am a patient man, hell, my kindness in these professional matches have caused me losses and brutal fucks in public. I've simply learned to take those hits and breedings as, in my mind, fucked is better than dead.

But I am not a pushover.

I feel you curl up, as your upperback leans against me and at that moment, with fury and sexual need bubbling up in me I LIFT you up, using your own moment with your lift, "FUCK!" I curse out... and SLAMS you back first to the canvas, making sure your head is spared the impact! I want you mine to be bred... not dead. "YOU!"

Madison Jones:
Lifted up on your back, struggling, slamming my feet into your back trying to get free, I go to lift my feet again and that's when you slam me down into the canvas hard. Some of the crowd gasps as I cry out, the force of impact reverberating down my spine, me laid out, wide eyes looking up to you as you yell at me "YOU!" I start to fear what is coming, what you might do to me here in the Bourbon Pub. I realize now the mistake I foolishly made…

Madison Jones:
I'm sitting up in the guest room of the Bourbon Pub the owner is letting me stay, the big match with Alex starting up soon. In my hand is the Mystic gun, I'm doing my ritual, imbuing my wolven powers into it.

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Is this stupid of me? Probably. There is a cult hunting me after all. I can't bring these powers into the ring though, it wouldn't be a fair fight. The temptation to use them if I was losing would be too strong, my willpower is not as strong as it seems, so the only thing I can do is remove the temptation. If I'm going to keep wrestling, if I'm going to honestly try to be a Champ before this whole Bedlam nonsense completely swallows me, this is the only way I can compete.

The Unicursal Hexagram gun glows brightly with amber light as my eyes fade back to Blue Grey. It's time. I slide the gun under my pillow, and then make my way down to get ready for the match.

Madison Jones:
Alex is standing over me looking pissed, his huge 10 inch spike showing so clearly through his trunks. Fuck, I think he plans to rape and then kill me. The crowd seems shocked, but then they start to turn on me, calling for Asian Assassin to take control. I'm stunned, right hand shifting, index finger twitching with a hue of amber light starting to show in my palm... a visual that is easily excused with the bright lights from the attendees. I could call for my weapon, if he really is something here to kill me, if our last match was merely a scouting mission... I might have to do it. The sounds of the crowd catch my attention... The Bourbon Pub is a gay bar, kind of a night club, and the biggest one in New Orleans. I can't bring my gun out in here, I can't start shooting, not after Orlando in 2016...

With eyes filled with fear, pain, and deliberation I look to yours Alex. "Not here..." I mouth the words, a whisper, a plea even, followed by a shake of my head. "Just wrestling... please..." I start to bring my knees to my chest and get ready to Kip-Up to standing.

Asian Assassin:
I straighten up and take stock of the damage that I've caused and a wide smile flashes across my face. A healthy respect for the classic moves with some modern strength training does wonders for disciplining opponents. I raise my fist as I look at the agreeing crowd just as I turn to check on you again. Was that a brief flicker from your finger?

Still, your eyes catch my attention. Pleading? Sincerely pleading? Your mouth forms some sort of plea... "You're.." I squint to catch the last one... "Wrestling... Peace?" I can't quite catch it. Then I see you start a kip-up.

You leap to your feet and the crowd HOLLERS as you raise yourself up... and your neck almost perfectly catches your throat. I see the panic in your eyes. LIke fighting for your life... why would you..?

I turn my head close to your ear as I slowly walk you back to a corner, working those old wrestling tricks to communicate from the audience's view... "Mads. We're just wrestling. Fight. Fuck." Then I slam you back first to the turnbuckle... "Why are you so scared?" I buy time by SLAMMING my knee into your gut.. but NOT exerting force into it... rather using my other foot to make the sound instead.

"This is just a match, M. This is just fun." As I get close to whisper with the kneedrive. "Now, let's go." As I take a step back, winding up for a massive slam, I reach the center of the ring, and start to rush toward you.. aiming for a massive splash!

Madison Jones:
Getting on my feet, you are already up next to me, me backing away wanting some space as you keep right up pushing me to the corner. My shoulders hurt from the Crucifix Drop, but there is a realization that it could have been worse. I tucked my head of course, I'm not an idiot, but you could have slammed me down hard, in fact Scott Hall's opponent sometimes sustained a serious neck injury because of a botched attempt. That aside, it seems to me that you may have held back... Still your close proximity to me has me worried, I don't know What you are, and if you are here to kill me, you may not care about hiding yourself. I do hear your words though...

Knee comes to my gut, my fears coming true, you aim to distract me with words so you can get a cheap hit in. ...except you fake the knee to the gut, stomping your foot. I know how to play along, I act like you nail me good, perhaps more by instinct, or maybe to try and sell the hit to you so I can reverse. You speak some more... "Just a match... for fun..." I look you in the eyes as you back up.

Your attempts to calm me down are working, but there is something showing in them now.... something more damaging than fear, broken confidence. You clearly don't know the full situation, but it boils down to me getting spooked so bad I was about to summon my gun... Yeah you did something to my head earlier, that snake charmer trick, and maybe that doesn't belong in a wrestling match... but with the things I'm carrying with me, maybe I don't either?

So caught up in my thoughts, not to mention breathing heavily from all the exertion, you slam into me with your big splash, air exiting from my lungs. Eyes scrunch up with us chest to chest, my breath hitting the side of your face. Hands come up to your shoulders and I SHOVE you off me leaving me in the corner breathing heavily with sweat coming off me. Shake my head trying to get myself back in the game.

Asian Assassin:
You shove me away and note how much strength you still have despite your pleading. You look like you're panting but your force says you're not done yet... so it's not that you're physically weak but something triggered you. But when?

I don't want to think this is some elaborate ploy by you to gain my pity and I instead step back into your space and SHOVE you hard against the corner, draping your arms over the top ropes. I climb up the bottom ropes and allow my sweaty muscled bod to glisten under the arena lights as I raise my fist to the crowd who howls... and my raised cock brushes against your abs. I start POUNDING your luscious pecs with my fists as the crowd counts the hits while thinking back to when you started getting freaked.

It takes about the count of SIX! ...until I connect it... the Stare. You freaked out after that... was that hypnosis trick... unnerving for you? Hm.... SEVEN! perhaps that would freak out anyone else without the fortitude to withstand their own horniness which I just reflect back. Odd. EIGHT! Well, maybe less of that and just more of... NINE! good old-fashioned pounding... TEN!

On the tenth count, I step down and grab your arm and Irish Whip to the opposite corner. Might as well pound that glorious body yours as it whines and heaves... this is the risk in any match as you might recover or flip this around but who cares... I'm just gonna have fun at this point, and I start to RUSH toward you, slightly bent down aiming a shoulder spear right into your gut!

Madison Jones:
Hit after hit to my chest in the corner, something I wouldn't normally allow, afterall who stands there and does nothing when so many attacks are performed in a single moment? I'm not a not helpless... but this time, I allow it because I deserve it. I know what's hiding in your trunks, a 10 inch monster that you are planning to impale me with, this crowd is more than happy to see me take it. By the 4th hit, it becomes clear you are going for the full ten, each smack I try and hold a tough face, hands gripping the ropes like this is marshal punishment. By the 7th hit, my wincing has turned to a visible cringe of pain on my face, a cry from the 8th and 9th as the crowd counts. On the tenth I almost fall to my knees against you, chest red with light hair glistening from sweat. "Fuck.." Having taken my punishment, you grab my hand and fling me across the ring to the opposite corner, back hitting the turnbuckle recoiling away with a loud holler.

Part of me is happy that the Bourbon Pub doesn't do big broadcasts, it is after all just a bar / nightclub here in New Orleans, but the people here are recording with their phones. This footage is going to be all over social media. I see you coming at me now ready to ram your shoulder right into my gut with a spear, my chest aching. I have to make a split decision... I can continue to be get beat like some fucking jobber, or I can fight back. I'm not going to let my reputation go to waste like this, I fight to the end, go down swinging like dad says, eyes focus as you come at me with your reckless charge.

When you get close to ramming into me, my instincts kick in, that counter I've been doing for half a year now. It's more sloppy than I would like, normally would grab your shoulder and trunks. Instead I shift to the side, hands on your shoulder and ass I FLING you into the steel post shoulder first. Crowd explodes at the turnaround, my defensive fighting again paying off.

I might lose this match here, but I'm not done fighting. I have a reputation to live up to, the last name Jones meaning a lot if only to me on account of my father being the best wrestler I know. With your ass in the air, I step up behind you and grab those trunks, "Alright Alex, Let's... Have... Fun..." I echo your words then pull those fuckers down your legs and aim to strip them off you completely before you can fully recover.

Asian Assassin:
My full intent on grinding you to paste in the corner backfires as you pivot and force my shoulder HARD on the corner post. The solid gong sound as turnbuckle and post resonates with my pain. I grunt LOUDLY and hang out halfway through the ropes... an arm on either side of the post with my head next to my right arm.

The crowd ROARS at the sudden turn and I am barely able to sense the next few moments... only realizing that you're stripping me naked... my red shorts rrrrripppping off me and tossed aside... and my beer can cock flops up and forward, with a flick of sweat and precum slapping up to my abs and hitting the sexy hunk directly in front of me. He winks at me... and licks the splatter off his finger after swiping clean.

I suddenly thinking back to that time you fucked me in the middle of the ring... it was pleasurable as you worked my prostate... but I refuse to let you get that prize so easily... still as I turn, I feel my shoulder ache and I can only manage to turn around, sharing my full naked splendor to you and the crowd and cameras flashing in the Bourbon Pub... I'm panting... but look at you... wink... and give my cock a stroke... "You just... can't.... nnnngghhhh... help but look for.... my cock, huh, M?"

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Madison Jones:
There it is, that python masquerading as a human genitals. I toss your red rag out of the ring, crack my head side to side. You said you want to have fun, no doubt to you that means plowing the shit out of me with that thing. I avert my eyes from your cock and your eyes, mine focused on your hands as I'm not going to let you do that Thing to me again. Hypnosis, Superpower, Magic, I don't care what the fuck it was, it doesn't belong in the ring.

Hands coming up defensive again, my blue trunks tenting with a shine of sweat on me, I move back in. "Come on Alex. No milking this time, I'll finish you good." That confidence is showing again, the scared guy from a few minutes ago long gone and instead the guy who is rightfully the leading man on this roster, a straight path ahead towards the championship. Even if this is just some nice guy act of yours Alex, I will take you down and sort it out later. Tae Kwon Do seemed very effective.

Coming in I feint a low blow at your cock, right hand swooping down and coming up. I crouch in the process though, jump up in the process, and try to throw a Twi Myo Dwi Chagi - Flying Back Kick at the shoulder I just busted up in the corner. I will disable that arm, then this match will be mine.

Asian Assassin:
I start to exit the corner, as you come to meet me... I think I have a pretty good measure of your skills but you are still a damn dangerous fighter and my cock exposed makes me almost certain that you'll attack it... true enough you got the low blow… and the flying kick would have been trouble, had I not chosen to step back and away from your attack vector! DAMN! "Finish me good..." you said...

Your foot cuts the air and nearly rams my aching shoulder... and I glare in disbelief... that almost got me! DAMN! You're serious again... the initial shock on my face melts into devilish joy. White Knight, meet Red Ravager! I'm only seeing a fraction of it... but there he is.

My instincts kick in (pun intended) and as that leg flies away from me, I actually step into your attack zone... really close into your space... and use my own Muay Thai training to SLAM my knee into your hot abs!

Madison Jones:
I almost smile when I see you falling for the feint. The best part is, for those who pay attention to my matches, it would be believable that I would go for one right now. As far as I'm concerned, that shot to the solar plexus, a vital blow, was strike one. Using whatever that thing was on me, that was strike two. I wouldn't feel too upset about going for one now, and you probably realize that. Perhaps a little too much hesitation as I try and hit you with the kick, coming up in my personal space eyes go wide as you retaliate with a solid shot to my gut with your knees, as I land on the mat with one leg still up in the area, that extension making it hard to clench up in time.

Breath exits my lungs as I stagger back, left hand on my gut as I cough looking at your hard cock sticking out almost comically large for your size. Comical that is, if failure to finish you off didn't mean getting impaled by that fucker. Eyes come up to meet yours, body straight up, hands coming up defensive. I lunge in to force a Collar & Elbow, with you so close to the corner, hoping to RAM your back into it, get your arms over the ropes. Then... I can really do some damage.

Asian Assassin:
You grunt as my knee grinds into your core and I'm almost surprised that you're still standing and capable of fighting back! Then your arms wrap around my collar and neck.... and you start to push me back to the corner and I grunt as you work my back and shoulder with the corner impact. My cock flops up at impact and slaps against my iron core and a loud SLAP.

Alright.. I know you're trying to pin me and take control... but I'm not about to let that happen passively.... I know you've been eyeing my cock.. scared and secretly sucking it in your head... so I'll give it you HARD.

I use the ropes for leverage.. just as you think I'm battered... my arms on the ropes... then I SWING my knee over and over into your likely aching core! WHAM! "You like that..." WHAM "Madison?!" WHAM. If it’s enough to make you stagger back... I grab your head and attempt to bulldog you to the canvas!

Madison Jones:
The second hit to my bricks makes me stagger back alright, another gasp of air as both hands clench my gut doubled over. I Growl as I back up towards the center of the ring. The Bourbon Pub is cheering, I hear a few… no, a bit more than a few of them chanting my name. Right as I start to get up again, you come and grab my head getting ready for a running bulldog.

There are disadvantages to having such a large dick Alex, I'm sure you know. As you start to move forward, my head cradles in your arm, that 10 incher flopping up and down. I do something I'm not very happy about, I reach my hand and grip around its beer can girth. I use whatever reaction that gets from you to fall to one knee and pivot around in front of you on my knees. "Do... Don't..." I say playing up my winded condition. Oh I'm dazed alright, stunned even, but not helpless.

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On my knees my head pressed against your thighs so submissively, I look up at your toned hot body. The crowd starts to whistle as I open my mouth and take your cock into it. I push it as far in as I can, not afraid for your leaky tip to hit the back of my throat. I start to bob on it, giving you a hell of a blow job. What you likely don't know about Alex is that this is a trap. Once I feel I have lulled you into a state of disarm, me taking in some breath while I pleasure you, I aim to bring up my arms behind your thighs, life and deliver one of my special moves. A Madison Jones original, The BlowJob Spinebuster.

Asian Assassin:
Oh gods... you stop me with that masterful mouth of yours... you stop me dead in my tracks the crowd goes wild! They can see the trainwreck that's about to happen.. yet here it is and I fucking let it happen. My back bends and my head throws back as I grab your hair and make you suck on my cock harder and deeper.

Old tricks, M... I use this one often... and I am not surprised when you LIFT me up.. but then.. just as you start to move me to that buster... I actually throw myself deeper into your hug... and jump my legs onto your shoulders.... and even add to that downward swing, and drive your head and face hard to the canvas!

This will hurt me too, but I hope it will hurt you more when you slam down!

Madison Jones:
Everything is going to plan as I suck your cock, your forward momentum stops, you stand there with the crowd cheering and cheering, like I've given into your dominance. Of course my true fans know what is coming next. I lift you up, I can taste the victory already! The Blowjob Spinebuster is about to win me another match. As I do though, my eyes go wide when you thrust at me, knees hitting my shoulders, me coming down on top of you. Loud impact echoes through the Bourbon Pub, many taking pictures and filming as it happens.

Your large cock, much larger than what I'm used to in my mouth, when I come slamming down on top of you, it spears into the back of my throat. That's not all, while your back takes the full force of our combined weight, I choke out a cry as I recoil off you, your cock sliding out of my mouth as I arc back falling prone face up, hands coming to my throat. I lay there spread out now, legs starting to kick some, me breathing deeply with my own cock tenting in my blue trunks so plain for the crowd to see. My head is aching from the impact, my throat feeling like a literal beer can had just been shoved down it. I lay there clearly stunned.

Asian Assassin:
Everything hurts. My back. My cock. Just everything... Despite this though, I have battle-hardened those parts of me and more... and I can feel myself recovering already.... I have taken my hits... just as bad or worse and had to crawl myself to the other side. I'm sure you have too... but does getting a massive spear down your throat form part of your practice? I don't think so.

The camera footage would show a wide arc of spit and precum leaving your mouth, like those shampoo commercials, almost in slow motion as your head bounces off me from the impact.

From my own spread-eagle position I slowly... in agony... get to all fours and the crowd goes wild, cheering both of us on. I pray that I can get to my feet sooner than you and I practically crawl to get to you. "Hows.... that... for.. a sample?" I raggedly gasp.. as I peel your shorts off... and then push your head between the waistband the leg hole.. a fine leash for a fine stud like you…

I s l o w l y pull you up... dragging your face again on my leg... thigh... and this time making sure your face GRINDS against my shaft at its fullest now.... making sure you get comfortable with the rod at its rightful place.

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I then release your head making you drop face first to the canvas... then I step between your legs and wrap those around mine... I use the shorts-leash to help me as I then PULL you back as I lie on the ground.. forcing you to expose your HOT HAIRY body, cock leaking and stiff into the audience and CRANKING that back!

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Madison Jones:
Laid out feeling my neck, you get up before me and take advantage, peeling my trunks off. I've never been shy about my body, especially not after I started to wrestle in high school. Even less after I started fucking guy on the mats. You expose me to the cheers of the crowd, my uncut cock rock hard, foreskin still up even at its full 8 inches.

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My trunks over my neck, some of the Bourbon Pub actually laugh at me as you domesticate me, and I am not amused. Pulled up to you, your cock again in my face. I am not sucking this time, in fact you feel my full resistance trying to get away from it, a deep growl followed by a cough. I look up at you, considering a low blow, I am not helpless, but there is enough exhaustion I am close to being.

Dropped face first you put me in your hold, cranking me back my body bent, my sweat soaked full torso on display to the crowd as they record me in this humiliating position. Arms come clawing at your hands, the fabric of my trunks choking me as you keep me like this. It's too much... I start to tap, expecting the bell to ring... but it gets worse as my eyes widen with what happens next.

The Ref is standing there, watching, seeing my submission, but instead of accepting it he starts to count. "One! Two!" I realize what's going on, you are choking me with my trunks, something that is against the rules, and as such this isn't a valid submission hold. OH FUCK does my back hurt, you holding me like this, I really am at your mercy. The Ref keeps counting, getting closer to disqualifying you. "Three! Four!"

Asian Assassin:
The ref starts the disqualification count and I make sure to CRANK the hold and choke as hard as I can.. then release at that last moment, with a little extra toque that makes sure your upper half swings forward to the canvas. Not sure if it makes you slam face down with impact but it'll be enough as I detangle our legs so I can get to my feet after the torture for you and recovery for me.

As you lay there, sexy, sweating, and suffering I think back to your full nelson breakdown a couple months ago, and while I WANT you beat up and broken... considering how hounded you were a while ago, I think a more direct, and PROPER beatdown is the better direction you deserve.

So I grab your throat and force you to get up. "Look at me, M." I say out. Making sure you get it... I'm here to make you suffer but not shatter you. Emotionally, at least... as I grab your waist now with both hands... then with as much force I can muster, LIFT you up.. then SWINGS my arm right into your jaw as you drop!

Madison Jones:
I can't believe I fucking did that, I actually tapped out when I should have realized it was a illegal move. Being choked a little longer there, my cock is sticking straight out for the crowd to see, and I can't help but to think that the Ref is eyeing it too. Regardless you end up releasing at the very last moment, the Ref warns you about doing stuff like that again. I make note this is your third infraction, the vital shot at the start, your Code Geass bullshit, and now this torture. When you let go I sling forward from the torque, but the thing is I do something similar like this to people, so I'm aware of the catapult effect, bring my hands up which were already gripping your arms and catch cushion my face.

Laying there breathing hard, I take a moment to get my trunks off my head and toss them to the side, the Ref collecting them to keep safe so you can't use them as a weapon anymore. I'm feeling worn down, I remember what happened to Erik. The crowd starts chanting for me, "Maddy Jones! Maddy Jones!" It's not like I haven't scored some good hits, I just need to get ahead again and I think I can seal the deal. I then go to pick myself up knowing I can't disappoint them, the family motto going through my head, go down swinging.

As I'm getting myself up, I sense you staring at me, watching, thinking of how to finish me off. Getting to my hands and knees, I catch a glimpse of your fucking huge cock, then a though slips in my mind of the Full Nelson, and what you could do to me with that. I freeze a little and shake my head, push myself up to standing turning your way only for you to grab my throat like earlier when you were aiming to choke slam, eyes wide with panic as they meet yours. You start talking leaving that opening, I could cancel what you are about to do, a knee to your groin would give me everything I need to win. You might even see me considering it...

"Fuck you." Manage to choke out, my throat still sore from your fucking cock spearing into my throat. With that, you toss me up in the air, my arms gripping your arm, legs trying to wrap around again for an armbar counter... it fails this time, you fling me into the air, land the European Uppercut, and knock flat on my back, eyes wide, left hand on my jaw, groaning in pain.

I am not helpless. As soon as you come close to me, I bring both knees to my chest and try to kick you with both feet in the gut as hard as with all the force I normally use for a Kip-Up.

Asian Assassin:
Your favorite move. That ninja kick up will definitely be your downfall one day... allow me to demonstrate... As you get those luscious legs ready, I brace myself.. and EASILY CATCH your boots with my hands and my core braced for it. Then I swing my foot up to force you to lift off the canvas as my kick slams into your back... then I FLIP you back down HARD! As you look pretty groaning on the canvas, I then kick you to your stomach...

I then take those legs of yours and hook them on either side of me, so I can reach down, grab your arms, and PULL you up in a suspension... cranking that back of yours with delight... as I make sure to rock and rub that massive 8 spike of yours onto the canvas!

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Madison Jones:
You're right, it is my favorite move, especially at this stage in the match, no other move than the Kip-Up shows off my naked sweaty body so well. I'm not aiming for a kip-up though, I'm going for a mule kick, both feet flying at your core. Eyes go wide with panic as you catch them, arms spreading wide as I try to get free. Shortly later you have me on my stomach, eyes wincing as you lean forward and grabbing my arms, lifting me up into a Pendulum Swing. Both of us naked now, you swinging me around, I let out a loud grunt of frustration as you swing me back and forth like this, the whole Bourbon Pub cheering and recording it.

The Pendulum Swing is a difficult move to escape, in fact it may be one of those moves where you are basically trapped... however it has another flaw, in that it isn't actually that effective of a submission move. You could hold me like this for 5 minutes and it wouldn't hurt enough to make me tap out, though the strain on my shoulders would build. The more pressing issue for you Alex is that while holding me up like this, my near 200 lbs is heavy, I'm not some light weight jobber who you can hold forever... at least I hope. Your swinging of me though is causing my hard cock to sweep against the rough canvas surface, my foreskin is still up perhaps THANKFULLY because such action might make my cum. Instead there is some pain growing from the action, a cringe of pain showing as I'm nearly helpless in your grasp. "Fuck You!" I growl, the ref checking on me on his knees, asking if I give. "Fuck No! Not like this!"

Grunting in pain, I continue to resist you while your own huge Asian Spike swings around for the crowd to see, my cock sweeping against the canvas with each swing. Foxy made me tap out to this before... but it was different, that was a calculated loss in a multi-fall match. This is all or nothing, so I resist... at least for now.

Asian Assassin:
I keep the swing going for a few minutes, more of a showboat move, yes but it does give me some time to enjoy the view of your muscled body bent. I try to bounce you as well.. making sure your joints start to feel the pain apart from the hold to make sure you'll have a harder time recovering... but a side effect of that bouncing a massive 200 lbs body is that my grip slightly loosens and I feel you slip just a little lower, so that your cock starts to drrrraaaaaagggg on the canvas more and more!

I can feel a light jolt on your body with the difference in the level, I can tell you're tensing up a bit more... I'm not sure by how much longer I can keep this hold.... so I crank it more and swing even harder, as I start to take a few steps backwards closer one of the ropes.... the crowd cheering on... while the ref starts to look worried at the collection of sweat and other body fluids collecting on the canvas!

"Think you can still hold out, M?" I gleefully ask and the crowd starts chanting for outcomes... Break!' 'and Bust! being'' the most common ones

Madison Jones:
After a few swings, it seems clear you are in this for the long haul, my sweaty hands in your grip as you hold me here under the lights of the Bourbon Pub. My grunts grow louder, my cock raking across the canvas with your very calculated swings. You can't see my face from this position, but you can hear the sounds from me, there are no sounds of pleasure, only grunts as you continue. My foreskin dragging across the canvas is not pleasant, in fact there is some concern from me about it, one of those liquids the Ref is growing concerned about is not just sweat, precum, or semen... but potentially blood, members of the crowd looking uncomfortable at what you are doing. When legends like Hector Garza did this in the ring, the fabric of their trunks saved the victim from this, but with me held naked, there is no shield.

I am gritting my teeth through it, intent on now going down to this hold, determined to... To Outlast You! "Fuck You Alex!" I yell a minute into it, my arousal having faded, my cock no longer erect but mostly soft now... that state sparing me from the dragging action you were inflict. My hands are slipping, in a moment I will try to slip free. With my boots under your arms, my only hope is to try and slip free in a moment, or wait for you to exhaust yourself. If I can outlast you... I suspect you will be easy picking for a submission.

Asian Assassin:
It seems like this hold won't work on you and you’ve become restless. Fine. You cuss back at me and in response, I swing hard... this time I pull up making sure that the swing is unhindered... then at the last moment I release your arms and then SLAM your face down to the canvas! As you try to find yourself from the impact. I still grab onto your legs... but this time, I step forward and turn... and I make sure to lay cock right on your nape, away from other appendages as I apply a nice little Crab hold on you!

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With my knees pressing down on your shoulders to keep you subdued away from any counter low blows... I then start to bend your legs back under my pits again... I lean forward... and PUSH my tongue right between your asscheeks like in digging for gold! The crowd goes wild at this display, watching me devour your ring!

Madison Jones:
Finally letting go of me in the Pendulum Swing, I fall flat on the canvas. The crowd cheering as you continue your assault, I don't lay there doing nothing. The moment you start to apply the crab, hands start scrambling to claw us closer to the ropes, me doing everything I can. I manage to get 3... no 4 feet closer as you finally pin me down in the crab. You are smart to use one that cuts off my shoulders, the feel of your hard cock pressing my neck, loud grunts as I'm actually feeling helpless now. Hands still claw, you can feel me fading now, the crowd cheering as you control me, even more as you start to invade my ass, though it takes effort as the crab forces my glutes together tightly.

From your view point, you can now see it, my hanging balls in front of you, and the damage that was caused from the swinging, my foreskin uncomfortably red under the lights of the Bourbon Pub. I grunt from the crab, fingers managing to move us closer to the ropes behind you inch by inch while you eat me out, the ref asking... almost pleading with me to give up. ...not like this... I can still hear them, a few fans cheering for me not to give up, all while you do this to me. I take one more deep breath, plant my hands, and with whatever I have left, I push up trying to throw you off me. If I fail, I'm likely done for.

Asian Assassin:
I feel your arms, going for a final push... I can feel them adjusting in the hold... I brace myself as I still eat your ass and then... like a cowboy taking that final buck from a bronco I feel you try to push me off… and I am able to take it! "Seems like you're done, M" I say while taking a break from eating your ass, confidence bolstered by the realization.

My hands then gingerly peel your foreskin from your cock tip.... and I start to stroke your shaft with a combination of sweat, spit, and precum just found all over your red, battered body... I start slow, and focus mainly on the tip, the most sensitive part of your cock... avoiding the red skin of your cock. Ordinarily I'd use that to hurt my opponent even more... but you've been a sensual fighter.. and that will just not work in this context...

I then double down and press my ass firmly on your head, pinning you down... cock leaking precum down your nape as I work my tongue into your hole, like a thirsty animal... with my hands working your tip. "Just give it up, M." As I pause... "You're mine now!" And I dive back in!

Madison Jones:
The trust with my arms fails, and you are right, you can feel that point in a man when the muscles start to give out, when they become incapable of resisting. You might even hear... a whimper from the pain, were it not for the cheers of the Pup for your domination. As you then take hold of my cock, you feel my body tense up, a shutter as I fear you might inflict pain on me now. Instead you start to peel my foreskin back, you start to stroke it, and so it responds like any man does, it begins to harden again. You've already humiliated me with the pendulum swing, me taking solace in not tapping to it, but now you wish to compound your soon to be victory by making me cum while trapped. It's a hard pill to swallow... the ref looking at my face, I open my mouth with your cock leaking on my neck, your ass on my head. I start to say the words... then you speak. "You're mine now!" My eyes narrow at the phrase, I am not property.

Adrenaline building, you feel me again start to struggle, the moment of defeat starting to fade again as that Bronco you thought you had tamed starts to buck again. Hands start to claw, another two inches of progress towards the ropes as I growl. "You'll have to... Break... Me...." So much confidence, perhaps misplaced filling me, rage, and defiance, my cock growing hard as you start to milk me. Another shutter through me as you do, the tip of my cock indeed one of the most sensitive spots of my entire body like any uncut man. My cock grows hard in full in your hand as you have your way with me, a string of pre cum starting to drip from the tip, me struggling more to get to the ropes in your grasp.

Asian Assassin:
I can feel you crawling… inching your way to the ropes for a respite but I will not give you that freedom today. Our last match may have been in your favor... but this time I am to show you WHY I am a force to be reckoned with! With my better position, I simply… almost-duck-walk us back closer to the center… then sit my ass back down on your head… a fresh warm flow precum dribbles down your nape as I keep working your cock more and more! My tongue working the sides of your rim and invading your space every so often... for I know that gives you some pleasure as well!

"Time to give this up, M." I coo... between licks. "Give up that load!"

Madison Jones:
Walking me back towards the center of the ring, my face dragging across the canvas, fingers clawing, you hear me groan more from pain than pleasure. It's clear I'm at the end of my rope here, I start to raise my hand, the Ref at my side checking... asking if I give. Gritting my teeth as you work my hard cock, me so very close to shooting now. "Fuck... fuck you..." I refuse to give like this, and that is when it happens... The first gush of cum comes out, a spray shooting past your fingers and coating the canvas below us. Another shot shortly after, followed by another and another. The crowd cheers when it happens, pictures being taken of the mighty Asian Assassin breaking another would be "alpha" though I never claimed that title. I moan as you milk me, a combination of pain and pleasure about to make me tap.

Asian Assassin:
The first spurt is so sudden, so violent that it will stain the canvas for days, I'm sure. "GOOD JOB, M!" As I drop your legs, suddenly releasing you before having to tap. With you milked once.. I'm sure that ecstasy has clouded your mind for a moment and I am to capitalize on that. I turn to your head on the canvas and I whisper. "My turn to show you off, M." As I grab you by the hair and force you to your knees. I have been thinking of revenge ever since you got me last time.. and this is sweet payback. Damn you look so good, despite the battering.. and the crowd deserves to see you!

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"Come on, M?" Is that all you got? I taunt... cock swaying in your face. Let's see if this white knight still has anything left in his desperate hour... "Take your best show now... or else."

Madison Jones:
Raising me to my knees by my hair, you standing over now in such a dominant position, that monster of a cock hanging in front of me. I look up to you, the eyes of a man who is clearly beaten, my cock still dripping cum as it hadn't fully pumped its load out. You give me a chance to change this, it's clear that you want me to take it, a simple low blow to drop you and this could all be over. My hand clenches up at the offer, me wanting to make you regret this humiliation. You probably expect a look of anger from me, like the other men who you break and fuck after, so concerned about winning and nothing else... that's not me. The Blow Job Spine Buster failed earlier, my throat still hurting from how you countered that, I'm not dumb enough to try it again.

Fist clenched, you see me consider the low blow, but then the hand unfolds, presses down to the canvas I as start to rise up in front of you, our cocks touch. "I'm not done yet Alex." There is a defiance in me, both hands reach for your shoulders, and then I try to knee you in the gut as hard as I can.

Asian Assassin:
I see the waves of thought on your face... the doubt... then determination... you refuse the free offer of a crippling low blow unlike last time... then go instead for a knee strike! Not like it was sudden or stealthy as you had to plant yourself against me... the cocktouch almost made me shudder but as your knee hits my abs they are ROCK SOLID against your weakened state.. and I barely nudge... I even smile.

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"You really are a White Knight, huh?" as I grab your nape and shoulder and DRIVE my knee sidewards into your gut in retaliation! WHAM! I then grab your waist and lift you up... "I, unfortunately.. am not." As I LIFT you up and DROP you right onto my knee for an Atomic Drop!

Madison Jones:
There is a look of surprise as you just absorb the knee, me almost slumping against you afterwards. You had plenty of time to flex, and the orgasm is affecting me. You make your bravado then lift me up. You don't get this for free though, I'm still fighting, arms coming around your neck aiming to apply a Guillotine Choke. You bring me down over your knee, what hold I have weakens, me still hanging onto your neck, a cry of pain calling out for the crowd of the Bourbon Pub to hear. My head close to you ear you hear me growl, "Fuck... you....."

Asian Assassin:
"yeah... yeah... M... I like you too." I respond under the crowds howling and cheers. Before you can respond... my hand grabs your neck and thigh... and slide you up onto my shoulders.. your spine perfectly aligning on my shoulder line. I grab your cock with one hand... giving it a tight squeeze for pain... then snakes up the shaft and tip for pleasure... as I start to stroke. My other hand grabs your face and yanks it down hard. Forcing your spine to arch against my rippling shoulders and BENDING you in a RACK!

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Madison Jones:
Pulled up into your rack, the lights shining over my sweaty body, you feel my arms and legs starting to shift, to swing. You put me on full display for the crowd, many cameras taking photos and recording as you again grip my cock and start to jerk it. I'm gritting my teeth, hating how you are again wanting to humiliate me like this.

Hand comes to your face, fingernails starting to press into your skins, the clear threat of an eye rake. I'm being more stubborn than usual, it's clear this match is yours, but I continue to fight with a stark reminder of that cock of yours in my mind, growing concerns of what you will do to me if... when you win.

Asian Assassin:
Of course you'd rake my face... I expect it even.. but at this point... a faceful of red lines will pale in comparison to what joys I will do to you. Instead of letting you go, I welcome that pain.. and bounce. pulling down on your face and cock, as the stretch on spine gets jolted... and AGAIN I bounce... aiming to lengthen that spine as punishment with how you brought me low... ANOTHER BOUNCE.. I scream with fury and determination as I feel your sweat and muscled body jiggly and spray in my arms.. and I want to spray my seed inside you... the crowd roaring as they can see my throbbing beercan cock jiggle and spray precum on the canvas with every bounce... BOUNCE... BOUNCE... BOUNCE... BOUNCE!!!!

Madison Jones:
You expect the face rake... an illegal move... it doesn't come despite my threat. My face is red with exhaustion, humiliation, and arousal... you working my cock still again aiming to make me shoot a second load. The first bounce is enough to disarm my hand, it falling down against your sweaty chest, lightly gripping your pec. You get a cry out of me, then another as you ramp up the pain, the bouncing jostling my spine over your shoulders. You feel it, the crowd’s cheer when it happens, another eruption of cum from my cock as you milk me in this devastating milking hold, 3... 4 more ropes of cum shooting up and onto my chest as you continue to bounce me. ...My arm is no longer gripping your chest as you hold me on display. I'm out.

Asian Assassin:
You bounce limply in my rack and it takes a few moments for me to realize it... as the crowd drowns out the bell that signifies that it's over! The ref takes a moment before he gets to me to point out you are done and perhaps something in my demeanor made him stay away. Once it's clear you're done, I LIFT your body over my head, sweat and cum dripping down in the Gorilla Press... then I SLAM you back first onto my knee with BRUTAL IMPACT!

I then take a moment to savor the sight of you laying on my knee and HOOOOWWWLLLL at the crowd with the victory! I THROW you off me... and I pace around you waiting for you to rouse yourself... but I grab your hair and pull you to your feet semi conscious. "Time to wake up, M." As I slap your face... "Ready for your dues?"

- Time to Pay

Madison Jones:
Held up unconscious and helpless on your shoulders, the crowd cheers as you keep me on display, my beaten body is always good for promotions. That being said, your next level of brutality is something unexpected. Slamming me down over your knees, I cry out, the sharp pain to my back pulling me from my unconscious state if only for a moment. All that fear I had earlier comes right back, the brutal assassin having come to exploit my biggest weakness... a desire to fight fair, to have fun, and to have sex in the ring. You pull me up to standing, my body barely able to do so, my back taking a major hit just now. Slapping my face while the crowd calls for you to take me, I start to come too, vision blurred... eyes meeting with yours.

In my mind, there is something going on... a conversation... my lips move as though I'm talking... maybe mumble a little, it’s hard to hear over the roar of the crowd. It's clear I'm not really there with you Alex, and yet the conversation continues. "Sorry... It’s gonna hurt.... Yeah... He has a spike... like yours.... I was... was stupid to… he’s gonna… ill… I'm sorry... Co... per....." I start to shake my head coming out of it a little more, whatever was happening now leaving me here with you alone Alex. Hands try to push you away but with not enough force behind them to make a difference.

Asian Assassin:
You are pretty far gone from the looks of it.... as you mumble about things that seem to be very far away from your present.... How curious. Is this just you SLAM DRUNK or is there something else about you that you're hiding? After all, you got spooked mid match... who knows that spurred that on? I'll be keeping an eye on you, and your future matches, M. Definitely more than meets the eye with you.

Right now, though, the only thing catching my eyes is your gorgeous broken body. As much as I am a fan of those devastation fucks that leave a man broken... you chose to do something different for me when I lost... not to say that I won't hurt you now... just maybe not.. as much. I then grab you by the hair... then the arms... then the waist.. as the Bourbon Crowd gasps.. as I IMPALE you onto my cock from a standing position for a Suspended Congress! "Stay with me, M!" As I make sure to thrust and wiggle into you.. trying to tease that prostate!

Madison Jones:
Having tried to push you away, the fear builds more as you continue to look in the eyes. I don't know what is going through your mind, you simply grab me by the arms and then waist, lift me up, and skewer me with one sharp painful action. Head slings back showing the pain, a penetration unlike any I've ever had if only due to the sheer speed and force behind it. The crowd cheers as you take me, you telling... ordering me... to stay with you. I bring my head up as you hold and fuck me like this, the pressure on my prostate forcing a sexual moan out of me. Hands come up to grip your neck while you hold me... am I trying to choke you? It doesn't matter, I'm beaten and helpless as you continue to impale me.

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Asian Assassin:
"Tighter." The word comes out with a sudden grit... command... desire. There's that creeping darkness at the edges. "Come on, M. Don't be afraid to hurt me." As I start to bounce you over and over... making sure that you FEEL me inside you. The crowd just roars at this display. This rough fuck. But as much as I am forceful with penetrating you, I also try to make sure your prostate keeps getting triggered with every invasion. "You deserve to get some pleasure from this too..." I smirk. As I start to walk us to the ropes.

I then grab your legs and swing your back over the ropes, forcing you to HANG over the ropes with your cock and face out of the ring to the awed audience... while my grip on your legs is rock solid and secure! "Not letting you go, M." I promise. "Now fucking take it!"

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Madison Jones:
Ordered to tighten my grip, you can feel me doing just that, thumbs pressed against your Adam's apple, a proper choke that can disable and even kill. ...if only there was enough power behind it. You can see it in my eyes though, I'm serious as you fuck me like this, not enough mental cognition to really think about what you are trying to do to me. Taken to ropes you throw me over the edge, my hands coming loose from your neck while I hang there. I moan as you fuck me like this, this one side of the Bourbon Pub treated to such a sight of a man being fucked in such a display. My arms hang down as you do it to me, fucking me harder and hard, my cock full aroused hanging down jostling against my abs. There is still some cum on the tip, my chest already spattered with the substance from the rack. I moan deeply as you keep fucking me.

Asian Assassin:
I look down and see the glorious display of your beaten muscle for all the Pub to see.. and it turns me on so much.... the powerlessness of a stud... limply hanging over the ropes... completely under my control... nothing else quite like the rush of it. And so I POUND your hole and prostate harder and deeper... limbs and limp muscle flailing, bouncing as I split your hole wide for tonight. The cum trail from your cock flicking and up down casting webs of fluid all over yourself... abs... neck.. face... even the crowd gets splattered. If you were conscious you could tell I was getting close as my thrusts get faster and faster and I start this low grunt that booms in a massive GRUNT as 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... SHOTS of AA cum flood your ass!

- Fucked and Finished

Madison Jones:
Deep moaning as you continue to stretch me wider than I've ever been filled before, a mix of pain and sexual pleasure, all eclipsed by the crowd so very close by recording this with their phones. My cock is leaking again, some more cum shooting forth now as you literally fuck it out of me, my third forced orgasm of the night. Arms hang down, motion slows, me supported by your arms as I feel you fill me up. I hang there truly defeated in your arms, thoughts jumbled, but fear ever present as to what might happen next.

Asian Assassin:
As soon as you stop cumming... which I can tell by the way your ass unclenches on my cock.... I give it a moment as I FLEX to the crowd with the intended effect of your beaten and spent frame dropping outside the ring! The crowd watches you slump on a heap but focuses more on celebrating the victory and fuck that just came! I take a few moments to walk the four sides of the ring, sweaty... cock still rock solid as acknowledgment of the audience! Then I walk towards the side where I bred you and slide out and land with my two feet solid on ringside. I pick you up and hoist you, fireman style, onto my shoulders... "I got you, M." I whisper. "We're done for the night.... I'll take you to the back to recoup." To the crowd however I raise my voice. "This one's mine tonight!" and they cheer.

Past the entrance of the ring, I quietly lay you out gently in the back room to recover and head on out to the clean up for the after match interviews. I glance back, smirk, and shake my head. Such a white knight.

Madison Jones:
I'm basically completely out when you force the third round of cum out of me. Hanging there, every muscle loose and soaked with sweat under these lights. You drop me like... like a 200 lbs doll, me landing on my back, my head hitting whatever padding there is out here over the hardwood floor. Laying there motionless as you do your victory lap, you come and pick me up. I don't respond to the whispers, but the crowd does respond to your declaration of taking me for the night. Over your shoulders we disappear to the back.

Laying me down, sprawled out, I seem strangely peaceful now. You call me a white knight, insinuate that I'm so good and pure, as though playing fair and treating others with respect is such an oddity in this world of fuck fights we live in. What is clear today though is that while you may have cracked some of the facade, I didn't spill over into what you wanted of me. Those values persist in my mind, even if I may have been blinded by fear some tonight.

Published: 2022-07-23, viewed 139 times.