Strike OR Pass

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: I've been challenged to a pro wrestling match by a much bigger opponent....not someone I would normally wrestle as he has a 7" height advantage as well as being nearly 80 lbs heavier...I guess I felt sorry for him when I agreed to the match. He's had to travel to Jamaica and we are fighting in my private ring on the beach at the end of my garden. My trainer has agreed to referee the match and I slip into the ring just as the sun starts to go down....the lights shine onto the ring and bounce off my toned black body as I await my opponent

Sweet_Jamaicas_back:

Josh_Beast: I feel the sand between my toes as I approach the secluded private ring. You're already inside waiting for me as my eyes are steady, focused on you. I grab hold of the bottom rope, swinging myself across the smooth, cool canvas before popping up to test the bounce of the mat. I make my way to my corner taking a knee and tapping a closed first three light times into the ring. Getting to my feet my head rolls along my shoulders while I hop in place waiting for the unofficial, official to ring the bell. DING DING DING.

Josh_Beast:

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: When you appear in the ring I see your big muscled body for the first time, all the trash talk fro you prior to the match has done little to make me like you and I can sense the aura of a dominant male...I walk slowly across the ring just before the bell....each step purposeful and my eyes cast down...a little smile on my lips as I reach you...looking up into your eyes as the bell rings, I ignore it and put my index finger between your pecs and let it slide slowly down your hot body...staring up into your eyes.....my finger reaches your navel and circles it....those solid abs feel good and I smile at you...then as fast as lightning I ram my knee into your crotch as hard as I can

Josh_Beast: You’re not the first woman I’ve faced in a ring, and I’ve learned to be very aware of deceptive low blows, especially to start a match. Your knee flies up, but I’m prepared, hands at my hips, to intercept the depraved attempt. I grab hold of your thigh, shaking my head, with disappointment as it try and sweep my leg under your single leg still standing on the mat. If it works I hope to send you cashing backwards into the canvas.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: The element of surprise seems lost on you as you grab my leg just behind my knee on my lower thigh...your strong arm holding it tightly...I know what you are going to try to do....but I move faster....using your firm grip as a base I spring off the ring floor and throw my hands behind your head at the same time...trying to use my momentum to pull down your head a bit as my free knee comes up to, hopefully, strike your chin

Josh_Beast: My foot sweeps beneath you, but you're quick. My head shoots up in surprise, but not before you bring me back down and into your knee. The sharp pain flashes a quick blinding light across my eyes as I stumble backwards, buoyed by the ropes with my right arm hanging over the top cable keeping me upright. I bring my left hand to my jaw, assessing the damage you've done, while the rage fills behind my eyes.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: With you hooked onto the ropes, I have a brief moment of satisfaction ...but keep moving fast, speed is my best weapon against a bigger, stronger guy...I bounce once on my toes, take to the air and pump out me feet like high speed pistons aimed at your head and jaw with a wicked drop kick

Josh_Beast: My eyes narrow, the pain of your knee continues to echo through my skull. I see you pop up, rushing in my direction. The recognition flashes through my eyes with just enough warning to roll along the ropes out of the way of your kick. Your legs tangle between the taut cables and I move, to your body in a heap on the mat. I weave my hands through your thick dark hair, lifting you up, your face pointed to the sky. Your legs still supported by the middle ropes from your failed drop kick, I try and position your face under my left arm before dropping my weight. If successful the movement will plant the back of your head hard into the canvas in a rope supported reverse DDT.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: Fuck, I hiss to myself as you manage to dodge my drop kick and I end up in an awkward position....you are quick to exploit it and I'm wrenched up and taken down viciously ...pain shhoting through my head as I roll to the ropes for some space and to avoid a follow up

Josh_Beast: You roll to the ropes. I stalk behind you like a predator closing in on their kill. As I close the distance I attempt to press a stomp into your exposed spine.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: When you stomp my spine, I let out a grunt of pain and roll under the rope onto the apron and let my feet drop to the floor...Then I look back up into the ring and across it to you, my anger building as you ignore me being at the ropes and stomp hard

Josh_Beast: You try and escape through the ropes. I reach over the top rope grabbing hold firm hold of you by your hair. I try and hoist you over the top rope and back into the ring, if it works you’ll crash into the canvas onto your back

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: As my feet are on the floor outside the ring, it is a long way for you to reach down to get my hair and your feet are almost level with my face...I attempt to grab your ankles and wrench them hard towards me under the bottom rope so you fall onto your back in the ring

Josh_Beast: Trying to lift you from the ground to the ring proved more ambitious than I thought. One hand on the rope the other on your head I don’t notice, as you latch onto my ankles sweeping my legs from beneath me. I hit the mat, back first pounding the canvas with a closed fist in frustration.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: Springing onto the apron in a swift action, I grab the top rope and vault into the ring...ignoring my own pain...and looking to land a double-footed stomp into your abs and bounce off into the centre of the ring

Josh_Beast: You’re quick, just as I’m blinking away the cobwebs your shadow looms over me, eclipsing the sun above just before your feet drive into my abs forcing the wind from me with a brutal gasp. I curl forward grasping my Ana’s the ache pulses across my torso.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: Turning back to you, I see you do a sort of sit up and you look in pain, so I sit behind you and slip my long toned, black legs around your head, cross my ankles and start to crush you in a head scissors, laying on my back and the back of your head close to my crotch

Josh_Beast: As you cross your legs around my neck I need to think fast. The squeeze is quick and the pressure overwhelming. I lean back digging my feet into the mat lift your hips your legs still around my head. I force your crossed legs over your torso pinning you and your shoulders to the mat while you refuse to release the hold. The ref slaps the mat “ONE!”

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: "That all you got Punk" I growl as I twist my shoulder to break the count and vibrate my thighs a bit to put pressure on the sides of your head

Josh_Beast: As you turn us over onto our side I’m able to leverage our new position to reign closed fist blows into your exposed ribs trying to cause enough damage you force you to relent on the head scissor.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: When you reach up and start to punch my ribs I open and close my legs...slamming them hard against your head...all in a flash...then release you and do a backward roll and spring to my feet and look down at you

Josh_Beast: The blows to my head form drifting clouds of fog in my mind, but finally you’ve released the hold. I know how fast you are by now, I need a moment to recover, as you pop up I roll out of the ring, trying to buy a moment of relief from the onslaught.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: Watching you carefully and not wanting to give you any respite I race across the ring just three steps and then dive, feet first...in a baseball dive...my feet travelling fast towards your head

Josh_Beast: Still quick as the start of the match you slide through the ropes. I only need to take one step to my right to feel the breeze of your missed attack blow across my chest. As you slide through the ring missing your attack you land on your feet next to me. I grab you, one hand on your waist the other on your head as I try and whip you face first into the steel ring post.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: Again I miss a big hit, and again you take advantage as my lil body gets whipped along the sand and I hit the outside of the post...It's not that bad...the sand stops me running fast and I have time to cushion the blow with my hands

Josh_Beast: With your back to me and your hands up at your face I approach behind you, the sound silencing my steps and levy a stiff forearm aimed straight for the back of your head.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: Before I can respond, your big strong arm slams into my head and I see stars as my head cannons into the post...my much bigger opponent starting to hurt me now

Josh_Beast: The sound of bone on steel produce a sigh of relief in me watching your forehead crack into the unforgiving metal. While you lay on the sand beside me, I roll you onto your stomach. I grab hold of your right foot attempting to wrap my legs around yours to sink in a tight heel hook. Determined to damage you speedy legs if this works.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: "Fuck....let go you bastard" I groan as I get a face full of sand and pain shoots down my leg.....as I try to twist and buck, but you are just too heavy for me

Josh_Beast: I tighten the coil of my legs like a python around your lower leg. “Tap or I’ll fucking snap your foot clean from your ankle!” I mean every word as I torque your taut ankle as far as I’m able, no intention of stopping.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: It takes me a moment t assess my position and as soon as I do I know there is only one possible option to attempt an escape...Gritting my teeth and controlling my breathing then.....Lifting my free leg and bending it so my foot is towards the sky I ram the knee down hard and fast trying to drive it into your crotch

Josh_Beast: You heel heads straight for my crotch, luckily your hooked leg pressed across my body absorbs most of the blow, but the message is loud and clear, I can't stay in this position much longer. I scramble backwards through the loose sand, popping up to my feet determined to keep the pressure. I hope I have stretched and damaged the tendons holding your ankle together, but damage wasn't enough, I needed to win. If I can make it back to you quick enough, I would regrip the same foot I had been working on and try and lock you into a standing ankle lock, if i wasn't going to win it with this move, I was damn sure going to make sure you had a hard time bouncing around the ring on your shredded ankle.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: My attack was enough to make you release and I roll over and sit up facing you and give my ankle a couple of flexes before I stand...it hurts like hell but I try to control my breathing...I've had worse pain...When you start to head my way, I use my good foot to get quickly onto the apron and roll back into the ring....all the way across it and pull up on the far ropes to where you now stand outside the ring...making it as long as possible before I have to put my full weight on it

Josh_Beast: I watch you claw your way to the other side of the ring, desperate to try and steal some time hoping your stretched ligaments return to their proper shape. Sliding under the rope I methodically close the distance between us and when I’m close enough I launch a hard snapping kick to the thigh of your good leg, if successful I’m hoping the act of it will force you to check the kick putting all your weight onto your bad ankle or that you eat the kick damaging your healthy leg in turn.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: Watching you all the way and I'm feeling pretty confident that I know what you will attempt and as the kick comes at me I jump....and I fire my body forwards...head first like a missile...aiming my rock solid Jamaican forehead at your face while you are off balance, standing on one foot...and trying to hit you with a bone crunching headbutt

Josh_Beast: You sudden and surprising leap forward catches me off guard. The impact sends jolting pain coursing down my spine as I'm sent tumbling across the ring to the ropes on the other side. I pound a closed fist in frustrated agony into the mat trying to forcefully blink away the confusion in my mind.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: The butt lands and sends you across the ring...I drop onto the ring floor, and quickly spring to my feet and see you down and thumping the canvas...I plonk my lil butt on your hips and grab your hair in my left hand and pull your head off the floor then send my right fist to punch your face...twice...then a forearm to your jaw ...let go of your hair and grab your throat with both hands and squeeze

Josh_Beast: The bitter copper taste spills across my tongue as my mouth is busted open from your frantic blows. You image blurs obstructed by the watering of my eyes from the pain. The sky spins, from the dizzying effect of the impacts, when suddenly everything comes rushing back into focus. Your hands clamped around my neck begin to squeeze sending a shocking jolt to action through me. With both your hands on my neck, I don't waste a moment firing an explosive right hook to your exposed jaw, hoping to send you down.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: Trying to cut off your air supply after some good shots to your head works for just a moment...then your fist slams into my jaw...not a knockout blow as it is hard to get full power when you are flat on your back...but enough to make my head swim a little for a second or two....My hands come off your throat but I manage to stay upright, still sitting on your hips...I know I need a moment to recover, and, despite the pain in my jaw, lean forwards and rake your eyes as hard as I can

Josh_Beast: You take my eyes, desperation sinking in. I close them in time, but the pain still seeps into my skull. With on on my hips it’s easy to know where you are. Survival instincts kick in as you nails drag across my face. Feeling your weight I reach up for your head and try and lock you into a tight guillotine choke hold. If it works I’ll wrap my legs around your waist and begging squeezing the life out of you.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: Once my rake has been partially successful, I see your arms reaching towards my head, blindly.....I'm not going to wait around and I take a backwards roll off your body and spring to my feet ...stomping my bare foot into your abs before retreating to the ropes for some recovery tim eyt

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Josh_Beast: You foot stomps firm into my abs, a parting insult before you roll away, the damage in your leg mo doubt still lingering. I pull myself up with the aid of the ropes, furious at your annoying persistence. I blink away the effects of your eye rake as I cross the ring to you, each step parting a bit more of the fog in my mind. As I get close to you I don’t wait, launching a snapping hard kick to the thigh of your damaged leg.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: Managing to get a few moments to take some breaths but my leg is going to slow me down, it hurts like hell....When you rise and start heading my way, I am watching every step....but when you move it's fast and the kick stikes my damaged leg with such force it goes dead and buckles underneath me and I go down ...almost in slow motion....my injured leg sliding under the rope and my back is propped up against the corner post

Josh_Beast: seeing the opportunity, I slide out of the ring looking to keep up my pressure on your leg. I feet plant firmly into the sand ringside when I ty and grab hold of your wounded leg dangling over the apron. If I'm able to get a firm hold of it, I will slam it hard into the ring post behind the turnbuckle you are leaning against.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: Grabbing my ankle you easily twist me around...your power just too much for me and my damaged leg takes another pounding against the post with such force it makes my head swim and I drop back onto the canvas facing the post....my head pointing to the middle of the ring

Josh_Beast: With your legs laying limp pointed towards the ring post, I reach for them while standing in the sand at ringside. If I can get a hold of them, I'd grab both ankles and yank your limp body, with force crotch first straight into the steel immovable ring post.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: I'm unable to stop you now and my crotch explodes in pain as it strikes the unforgiving post....bright lights flash through my head and I start to curl my body into a foetal position

Josh_Beast: I reach back trying to grab hold of your useless legs one more time. This time if I can get a hold of them I will twist them behind the ring post and around my own leg, before dropping my entire weight back into your vulnerable legs into a hanging figure four leg lock. If the hold sinks in I'll try and tear the ligaments in your leg leaving you crippled, unable to stand on the canvas.

Sweet_Jamaicas_back: "AAARRRGGGHHH Fuck" I yell...."Please let go...I give in" my agony is making my head swim as you destroy my leg