Madison's Journey: UKWW Round 1, UKWW Round 2, UKWW Semifinals, The Phoenix Standard

Simon's Journey: UKWW Round 1, UKWW Round 2, UKWW Semifinals, Fateful Reunion

SCENE: DATE - MAY 10, 2023 //

LONDON, ENGLAND

TIME: 13:15 BST

Simon Hiu:
I'm seated in the central park area of the city. A center of green in the middle of a busy city. I just wrapped up going through my routine Tai Chi sequences to help me keep my center, so I take a seat to begin meditating. In just under seven hours, it's the big night. The UKWW Championship Finals, and if you see who I'm up against, my nervousness is warranted. For now, I let the nerves and excitement flow through my system as I continue to enter a deep meditation.

My mind takes me through a journey of my entire fighting career so far, everything I went through when I was Jackson and all that I went through since I came back from the Monastery. I wonder why in this moment of free-flowing nervousness, my mind is replaying all of my moments of combat back to me. Perhaps to show me my losses and triumphs, the lessons learned.

And then my mind shows me all the matches that I reviewed of Madison. All that he did, his successful career, each match and action building up and solidifying the reputation he has today. But my mind keeps going back to this one nostalgic, bitter-sympathetic scene: a white wolf running through the woods, and it pauses to look at me with vulnerable eyes, and then it turns away and continues to calmly stride forward. When my mind replays this scene over and over, my mental image shares that vulnerable expression.

And then the scene changes to this banquet scenery, and I'm dressed in this elaborate dark olive green tuxedo, and I'm dancing with this mysterious man, about a couple inches taller than me, and he holds me, my back facing him, in this warm but sad embrace as we sway and then he turns me around and out and then lets me go to keep spinning.

Then, like an old film, the scene transitions back to me in present time, the mental image I have of myself sitting on the ground, meditating. Madison. Yes. I have to keep my mind focused on tonight. I cannot slip up, especially against Madison. Compared to him, especially to him, I am still a novice in everything I've trained in. I just want to show I can compete with someone like him. As someone who hasn't been in the game that long, I'm always in this position of wanting to prove something, and tonight is no different. Still, I made it this far. I can't let anything shake me.

SCENE: DATE - MAY 10, 2023 //

The WelCum Barroom

TIME: 05:18 PST

Madison Jones:
I’m laying on my couch with my pet dog Umbra next to me, he always loves to share some couch time with me. Tonight’s project is a bit different, I’m watching videos of the UKWW tournament, specifically of my upcoming opponent… Simon Hiu. I’ve had a few encounters with him as we sometimes interact in the same circles, this really is a small world once you come to recognize a few key people in it. All the same, I’m watching his performance and looking for weakness, what they call Scouting in the industry. I’m an erotic wrestler, basically anybody who recognizes my name knows that, and given the stages I’ve been playing in, I may have actually succeeded in surprising my father’s fame. Of course I’m not pinned down with a wife and kid, so it only makes sense…

There is a part of me that wants to break down Simon tomorrow night, hold him down in front of the crowd, make him shoot his load completely helpless. It’s basically what I always aim for in my matches, but the more I watch his performances, the less sure I’ll be able to do that. Honestly, looking at his matches, there is hardly a hint of playful arousal in it from him, had I not known a few things from bar gossip, I would be inclined to think he is straight. Compression shorts, knee mesh, he’s more like an MMA fighter than a wrestler too, with a heavy focus on martials in general. My Aikido is going to be invaluable here, I can tell that.

The big question I have to ask myself is… how far do I want to go with this? Jay and Tua both deserve a great match tomorrow night, the crowning finish to the tournament. Simon doesn’t fight erotically, which means my biggest weakness won’t be exploited, because as much as I love to strip, milk, and fuck men in the ring, I love it even more when that shit happens to me. Petting Umbra while he rests his head on my lap, I lean back and turn off the television. Tomorrow isn’t going to be about sex, if I win I’ll fuck him of course, cement the new title with an act of love and cum… plus I’ve always wanted to fuck a person wearing a title I’ve won. That being said, tomorrow won’t be about sex in the ring, it’s going to be a raw competition between two defensive fighters, the classic counter your counter move style of chess that confuses and frustrates people.

The sun is starting to come up, or rather the imitation of it that I set up in my room. Long story, don’t ask. What’s important is that I get some rest, tomorrow… Tonight I should say, it is going to be a tough one. He will have to break me before I roll over and surrender this title though, the family motto is to go down swinging, and I’ll do just that if it comes to that. Tonight is my night to prove I’m worthy of what Bryan Phoenix told dad, that I'm worthy of a championship.

SETTING: DATE - MAY 10, 2023 //

ROYAL ALBERT HALL, LONDON, ENGLAND

TIME: 19:50 BST

Madison Jones:
The crowd can be heard backstage as the penultimate match of the night wraps up. As usual with these types of events, there has already been a long string of matches to please the crowd, and this tournament finale as well as the fate of the Championship Title and the Intercontinental Title will be determined in the main event. However it plays out, tonight we both end up champions, but only one will carry the prestige of the highest belt while the other will be runner-up. I'm sitting around in the locker room when you see me, Simon, it's not the usual sight you might expect from a pro wrestler, not a macho man bumping chest or being overly masculine with the other guys, but me sitting on a towel on the floor in a kneeling position, thinking... meditating... and completely naked as well. I can sense you come by, but I don't open my eyes, I simply speak. "Good luck out there Simon, I'm not going to be easy."

Simon Hiu:
The noise of the full house is deafening tonight. It's here. Finally here. The UKWW Championship Finals. And I really never thought I'd be here right now. As I'm changing into my signature gear, I repeatedly glance over to you, seeing you ponder and meditate. I've long heard and kept track from afar your pro wrestling career. You've always been formidable. As I close my locker, I hear you wish me luck, stating you won't be easy. "Thanks Madison. Best of luck to you too. Neither of us should underestimate the other. May the best man tonight be granted the honor of the first UKWW World Champion," I say as I approach you, and finishing my sentence, I gaze down at you, and extend my hand out to perhaps pull you up, but mainly to give you a respectful handshake.

Madison Jones:
I open my eyes as you approach, then rise up to my feet and take your hand giving it a shake. My size is clear now, I'm a little taller than you and have about 30 more lbs, and yet all the same there isn't any sense of intimidation coming from me. Having just wiped my mind of any lingering aggression, you can see that my emotions are blank, in some internal state of harmony. I'm not even a little erect either if you make note of that. "Wrestling is supposed to be fun, it's supposed to be two men engaging in acts of competition, muscle against muscle, mind against mind. ...A game of chess with physical stakes on the table. When I win tonight, I intend to take you in the ring, and cement the title in the way we all know wrestling was meant to end, with the domination of the flesh. I'm sure you understand... Now I should get dressed. I believe they are sending you out first."

Simon Hiu:
As we shake hands, you state the entertainment wrestling should be, the implications of your personal experience in it seeping through your verbal thoughts. And then you double down on your confidence in yourself, stating how you would take me with "domination of the flesh" should you win. I maintain my humility and just nod while maintaining a firm grip on you and eye contact conveying an enigmatic atmosphere. I open with a chuckle, "let's have fun and give them a good show. Get dressed man, and I'll see you again out there," I say as I hear the crowd outside dim down, and I release our grip and mutual gaze with a nod and turn towards the doors.

Announcer:
"INTRODUCING FIRST FOR THE UKWW CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT FINALS, UP FOR THE UKWW WORLD CHAMPION TITLE... COMING IN AT 5'8", 167 POUNDS, HE IS SIMON HIU!!!"

Simon Hiu:
The crowd roars again as the introduction finishes and my theme fades in, Imagine Dragons' Warriors covered by 2WEI and Edda Hayes. I calmly make my way out to the center, head down at first, hands down in prayer position, and then dramatically bring my head to gaze at the ring and the crowd everywhere. My lips form a calm smile and as I walk down towards the ring, I wave out to everyone, slightly bowing my head to greet the entire arena. As I get to the ring, I make my way up the steps and enter through the middle ropes, approaching the ref at the center, shaking his hand and then I make my way to the far right corner and lean against it as I wait for you to make your entrance.

Madison Jones:
Once Simon is gone from the locker room, it's a simple act to get dressed into my blue trunks and boots. He may not have realized it, but he has already revealed to me something for my plan tonight...

Announcer:
"And his competitor, making his way to the ring, from San Francisco California. Standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 198 lbs. He is the In-Spir-Rational! Mad-i-Sooooon Jooooones!"

Madison’s Music

Madison Jones:
An English cover of the song Alumina plays as I make my way there, the crowd is cheering as I'm currently undefeated in UKWW, and have amassed a lot of fame over in the SECW as their rising star. I wave to the crowd as I strut down in my blue trunks and boots, rolling into the ring under the bottom rope while the crowd is cheering, I rise to my feet and climb a turnbuckle. Raising both hands, a shower of lights from cameras flashes over me before I finally drop down to my corner looking across the ring to Simon standing there in his gear.

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Madison Jones

With us both here, the Ref wastes little time calling us together in the center of the ring to over the rules, all the usual talk of a clean match with the threat of disqualification. We already shook hands, but I hold out my Left hand offering a shake, this time so the crowd can see it clearly with my usual act of sportsmanship.

You are not logged in. - Handshake

Simon Hiu:
I see you make your grand entrance. It fits with everyone who may share a track record and reputation such as yours, so I just smile and clap for you as you enter and as all eyes are on you. As you drop down and gaze towards me, I smile and nod at you and the ref beckons to both of us to the center to go over the standard rules for a clean pro match. You hold out your left hand for a handshake, and I extend my right to meet yours and grab your hands in an elegant way with a firm grasp to finish and shake your hand. I even extend my left hand out to softly grab our shaking hands as an extension of further good sportsmanship, and nod and calmly smile more. The ref then does his usual gestures of checking us and then holding out both arms to separate us to have us be a fair distance away from each other. I back up nearer to the ropes and "my side" of the ring, beginning to pace in sidesteps back and forth, waiting for the bell to ring.

Madison Jones:
After the formality of the shake is done, I stay in the center of the ring, bringing up both hands while you back away. With your movements, I pivot to stay focused on you, fingers wiggling. The bell rings and I gesture you forward with a hand moment looking to lock up with a formal collar and elbow. Of course... you may be planning to start things off with a charge. I get ready for that just in case you choose to start this in a non-traditional way. All the same, if you come up to me at a slow methodical pace, I lunge into a Collar and Elbow aiming to push you back into a corner.

Simon Hiu:
The bell rings and I see you hold your hands up, looking for a formal collar/elbow lock-up. You use your size, among other things, very efficiently, and even with the training travels I had where I exposed myself more to the pro-wrestling world, I realized I have to be careful with my courage. I take small skips to make my way towards you. Just before we are in range, I twitch my arms to begin to bring them up to meet you, and before your right hand connects with my left shoulder, my left foot ahead of my right, I take the opportunity to swoop down to my left and use my left hand to push your body down by your right shoulder, attempting to force you down and control your right arm with my right hand going to grasp your right wrist. If that works, I'll take advantage of the sudden movement to move and turn us clockwise ninety degrees and try to perform a pushing repel.

Madison Jones:
As you swoop down and work to lower my body, the size difference shows once again. Two inches may not seem like a lot, but it means a great deal when we start to grapple. My chest hangs over you while I move my left arm over your neck, wrapping the bicep around it while you go do your trick. You try to pull away aiming to repel me off you, but my arm is strong as you move keeping me right there with you, a grunt as I feel the sudden surge of force. I then reach down to grab the side of your compression shorts, grit my teeth, and lift your body up into the air as I start up a Stalling Vertical Suplex.

Simon Hiu:
You have good speed too. I'm unable to swoop completely around you and you wrap your left arm around my neck, and I'm unable to push myself away. You then reach down and grab the side of my compression shorts, and we seem to, coincidentally enough, grit our teeth at the same time. You easily hoist my body up in the air and start with a stalling vertical suplex, but you hold me up for longer than intended and I crash left knee down onto your head at least twice to try to get you to break the grip. If that works and your drop me, I will attempt a slipping rear clockwise sweeping kick to sweep you off your feet.

Madison Jones:
You are right, I choose to lead with a power move like this to see what I could get away with. The Stalling Suplex is best used later in a match when a person is more exhausted, but I had two reasons for pulling you up like this. The first, before you throw down that knee, is to slide my hand holding shorts over to your groin, of which I feel it, and slide my hand against it starting the first what may be many acts of arousal in you. It gets a couple whistles from the crowd I might add, all while I check to see if you are wearing a cup under your shorts. It is about then that you slam a knee into my head.

I drop you afterward as you regain control, me turning in your direction as you crouch down. I'm faster than I might look, I stay in the cruiserweight bracket for that very reason. You throw out that sweep, and I jump over it, land on my left foot, and throw my right boot at the side of your head. Let's see if it lands.

Simon Hiu:
As you let go of me, and I land on the ground, the sweep goes in full motion and you jump over and land on your left foot, throwing your right boot as soon as my body turns fully around, but with both my hands on the ground in front of me, I spring and roll away from you to dodge it and quickly go to rise to both feet. I have my gear made with a cup on the interior... You just can never know. I still remember though, your hand going from the fabric of the side to the front, attempting to arouse me, and I shoot you a grin and then withdraw, getting into an evasive-friendly but defensive stance, keeping my eye on you, staring straight at you to signal at you to take initiative.

Madison Jones:
Quick and agile... just as I was expecting. You dodge the hit to your head rolling away giving me a cheeky smile, and I shrug with a dumbfounded look of innocence while reaching my hand up to scratch where your knee landed. Still standing in the center of the ring, I then bring up both hands defensively and gesture you forward, getting ready to counter some strikes if you try them.

Simon Hiu:
I see your look of innocence and it makes me chuckle. My expression soon fades into one of determination, I then rush in towards you and as I get in close, I go to fake two low sweeps to push you back. If that works, I'll use the momentum to send a piercing punch directly at your solar plexus.

Madison Jones:
Coming toward me I am watching you closely, and you do indeed throw out those two low sweeps at me, your intent is to get me to back up. However, my intentions were clear, I am aiming to counter your strikes, and those kicks would count as such. When you throw that first kick, instead of backing away from it, I lower my stance in something that you would clearly recognize as formal martial arts training, not what these muscle heads use in the ring. I wrap both arms around that leg you did the sweep with, then fall backward tossing you over me with a Dragon Screw to counter your incoming strike motion. I spend the energy to then Kip Up afterward.

Simon Hiu:
You counter me well and as I throw the first feint sweep, you get down low and go to scoop my legs and toss me over in a Dragon Screw. I grit my teeth upon impact and roll up on my left knee. My knee compression sleeves, I didn't intend to wear for this, but I'm thanking my decisions now. As you kip up, I see your back is turned toward me for a brief moment, so I waste no time and push off my right foot to get right behind you and grab your left arm with my left and attempt to lock a brief hammerlock on you. If that works, I'll go to throw a kick to the back of your right knee and then use both hands that are on your arm to try to push you down to the ground all at the same time.

Madison Jones:
Tossed over me and landing on the canvas, you are quick to push up to your feet. However, as I did a kip up to rise up almost immediately, burning some energy in that process while you choose to go for a standard slower rise, I am able to prepare for you. That doesn't mean I don't let you get close, I do, I keep my back to you to sell the illusion that I'm open. As you come to me and pull my arm behind my back, I grunt as you aggravate the joint. It's nothing I can't handle, I bring my left hand up while arching my back behind me to grab some of your hair, then pull myself forward lifting you off the canvas almost onto my back which shows a light lighter of sweat building. It's reminiscent of a piggyback ride. Your feet might still flail at my knees, it might hurt, I'm not sure how you are going to respond. I however shift my position angling our backs towards a buckle, and then start to rush backward towards aiming to ram your back into it as hard as I can

Simon Hiu:
As I go to lock the hammerlock on you, you use your free hand and you grip my head by my hair, pulling us forward and lifting me off the canvas. I try my best to remain calm and as you start to rush backwards, I wait until we are close enough and quickly use my right hand to grip the wrist of your hand that is grabbing my hair and and press down on the point of the wrist that allows you to grip to loosen it and get down on my feet at the last moment to turn and spin us clockwise so I can attempt to throw you into the corner, trying to have your left shoulder hit the metal of the corner.

Madison Jones:
With us about the center of the ring, and a mere 14 feet at most between us and any of the corners, I start to rush back. You struggle with my hand gripping your hair and manage to get it loose in record time. You manage to get onto your feet at the last possible moment like you said, but that last possible moment would put you with your back nearly to the corner with ropes on both sides of you. You try to use that split second to flip me around, but I'm afraid that isn't very feasible considering the momentum I've built up in my movement... my back crashes into you sandwiching you between the corner and my near 200 lbs frame. I then pull myself from the corner turning your way to see how you took that impact.

Simon Hiu:
I'm unable to complete the turn and you crash us into the corner, using your weight to crush me in. I grunt and let a low growl as it happens, but I softened by body enough to remain fluid to the impact, though it does carry some pain with it. As you pull yourself from the corner, I keep my right arm along the ropes nearby. My back feels some residual sting and I push myself off the corner a bit and twist it back and forth, some cracking can be heard here and there and roll my neck as I move myself left to put some distance between us, even wincing a bit to play up the pain of the impact while gaining distance from you. I keep my eyes on you, waiting for you to take the first offense now.

Madison Jones:
I can feel the impact, I feel you fold almost like a test dummy, a fluidity to you that shows little tension as you let the force wash through you. When I pull from the corner turning towards you, I move perhaps 5 or so feet away with you in the corner clinging to the rope as you said. You start to move trying to put some distance between us, and that is when I go to strike again. I reach for your shoulder and grab the back of your shorts, and then I try to throw you into the corner shoulder first as hard as I can.

Earlier I spoke of gaining the information I needed about you, and that comes into play now. After shaking hands with both sides and seeing a few moves from you, I've managed to identify your dominant arm. That is the shoulder being thrown into the post as I aim to disable some of your more devastating moves.

Simon Hiu:
You go to rush forward at me and reach for my right shoulder and grab the back of my shorts. However, as you turn us around, I try to focus all my weight down to slow you down and simultaneously slide my left arm to grip the back of your neck and attempt to slide my left foot down at your left and throw you over me at the same time, hoping to throw you onto the canvas on your back while rotating my right shoulder forward to aid in the throw.

Madison Jones:
Flipping around, you manage to take some control, throwing me to the canvas right by the ropes. With a clatter on the canvas, I immediately roll out of the ring onto my feet facing you, reach for your leg, and pull you off your feet. I then start to pull you so you are part way out of the ring lifting your leg up, the one that took the brunt from the Dragon Screw earlier. I then try to Slam the back of it down against the Apron as hard as I can.

I need to disable something or you will be running circles around me. As for now though, I'm outside the ring and the Ref was serious about the rules. He starts up his count, "One... Two.."

Simon Hiu:
The flip worked, but your recovery is also very impressive. You roll out of the ring and pull me off my feet. It is a good thing I was already on my left foot and on my right knee. You pull that leg and I fall onto my back as you drag me partway out of the ring. As you grab my leg and slam it down on the apron, all I can do is keep my jaw clenched and I immediately throw my right foot out to aim to kick at your face upon my left leg hitting the apron, and if that kick works I will use it to help me roll back into the ring and steadily get myself to standing and facing your direction.

Madison Jones:
It was the first hit to my back, and it's a meaty back at that, so it's something I can tank. Your foot connects with my jaw kicking me off you while you roll back into the ring. I shake my head while some of my fans take a few close-up photos of me as my body is showing some good sweat now, take a moment to check and make sure no teeth are loose. Keeping an eye on you, I slide back into the ring while the Ref is continuing his count. I then rise up off my hands and knees more slowly, anticipating that you might come charging at me to take advantage of me getting up. If you do, I'm ready to counter that.

Simon Hiu:
I've followed your career and now experienced first hand that you are as much a defensive fighter as I am. As you rise up slowly, I take the opportunity to shake out my left leg twice to help flow the pain out to minimize it and stand in a southpaw stance, except my arms are to my side and I continue to keep my eyes on you, knowing better than to not charge at you, prepping for your approach and hoping to counter that as best as I can.

Madison Jones:
You hold off on the offense, which means I can take my time rising up to my feet. No need to burn extra energy with something fancy. Both hands come up defensive as I inch my way toward you. I raise my right boot and try to kick you in your front knee. I do it a little slow on purpose. If you catch it, I jump up off it and slam my right boot into the side of your head with a Step-Up Enziguri.

Simon Hiu:
I see you make your way up and bring your hands up and as you approach me, you raise your right boot to try to kick my right knee. However, I bring my right leg back and to the side and go to throw up a left side kick to your solar plexus. If you happen to catch that, I will quickly pounce in a clockwise motion to perform a spinning back kick, aiming my right foot at the left side of your head.

Madison Jones:
You see through my ploy and pull your knee back before I can strike it, then smash your foot into my solar plexus. My eyes go wide as you hit the vital spot, and I immediately back away from you to the corner falling with my back to the buckle holding my core. If you come at me in pursuit, I roll out of the ring.

Simon Hiu:
The kick hits your solar plexus and it gets you to back away. I withdraw my leg back to the ground and watch as you back away. Instead of rushing at you, I keep my arms at my sides, bent, and approach you slowly and cautiously, seeing what you will do, preparing for if you want to come back at me.

Madison Jones:
I stay there for a moment to recover from the strike to my vitals since you don't pursue. So far, you've been relying on your martial arts... almost entirely. I pull myself up on the ropes, shake my head, and bring my hands back up before moving back in. When I get close this time, I reach for your right arm. It's a trick, I pull my right arm back expecting that you have a counter up your sleeve like I would, grab your hair with my left hand, and return the favor you gave me by ramming my knee into your solar plexus folding you over it so you can't back away easily.

Simon Hiu:
You come back in and move in close, you reach for my right arm with yours, but where you expect a counter, I turn my body clockwise to evade and as you go to grab my hair with your left hand, I lean back and I intercept with my right hand grabbing your left wrist and twist myself clockwise and immediately transition to grab your right hand and twist clockwise before landing on my right knee and sending a kick with my left foot to your solar plexus again as the twists from before open up your guard.

Madison Jones:
You like to strike the vitals, an act that is frowned upon in the squared circle. Sure, the most obvious one, a low blow, is completely banned. Other spots like the liver, the kidney, and the solar plexus, are all spots that do significant damage on par with a low blow, and you are clearly aiming for them. It’s not what I expect in a wrestling ring.

You twist away from me, and I realize I underestimated your insight, as normally when a person falls for a feint, they are unable to counter it... at least I'm not. Through your elaborate act of dance and twisting, you take both of my hands and pull them apart so that way you can again go to target the spot. I have only one option as you go for that kick. I drop to my ass with both our hands still connected, and then throw both my boots into your gut kicking you over me with a Monkey Flip.

Simon Hiu:
Before I can separate to go for the kick, you grab onto my wrists as I have grabbed to yours and you drop to your ass and throw your boots into my gut and Monkey Flip. As I land on my back and moan, I use the grip on both of your wrists and press down on that cavity again almost immediately to loosen your grip and I attempt to roll both of us onto our belly before trying to control both of us back to standing. If that works, and I get us both to stand, I will remain sticking to your wrists and attempt to turn you around while wrapping your arms around your neck for a straightjacket choke but then fall to my ass to slam your back onto the canvas.

Madison Jones:
Since you started your flurry in the center of the ring, the monkey flip ends up tossing you about halfway between the center of the ring and the corner. As such, you get to your feet, you can see that I'm actively watching, ready to guard my vitals since you've shown you don't hold back with them. It's then that you flip me around wrapping my arms around my neck in a straight jacket, but... you didn't learn from last time, and I'm not small like Devin was when you beat him with this. I lean forward pulling you off your feet again, and ram us back into the corner crushing you between me and the turnbuckles. I hope that if I keep hitting you, you will actually slow down and be dazed for a moment.

Simon Hiu:
I was hoping that a straightjacket, getting you with your own arms would induce some sort of hesitation, but this time, it didn't work. You lean forward and get me off the ground and then rush into the corner, crushing me in the corner again. As you move forward a bit and begin to turn around, I cough and fall to my left knee, but as soon as the knee feels the ground, I bring up my right fist very quickly to ram it at the side of your left knee, at the cavity that causes one to buckle fully as it is hit. If that works and you fall to a knee, I'll attempt to bring my right forearm up to club it nearer against the left side of your head.

Madison Jones:
Rammed into the corner again, I feel your hands come loose from me as you begin to formulate a plan to keep your attack up. I'm tempted to just hold you here and smother you, but I decide to take a step forward while starting to bend forward to get my hands down toward you. You make that strike to my knee as you said, and I grit my teeth, but because I'm already partially bent, it is easy enough to grab the middle rope and stop myself from falling. You fall to your knees to do this, I endure that pain, pull my right foot forward, smack my heel into your chest behind me... not just your chest, but your Solar Plexus. I owe you a receipt for the one you delt me after all, and now I hope you will finally be stunned for a turn.

Simon Hiu:
You coordinate your body well and while the strike to the knee causes it to buckle, your grasp on the ropes allow you to stay up. You then bring up your right foot and kick your heel into my solar plexus, "UGHH!" I let out as I fall onto my right side and skid a few feet away from you. I grip the area that you kicked as I roll to get back up and try to maintain my focus on you. It hurts, but I push through to take a deep breath as I get back on both feet again and maintain the same focused gaze on you, waiting for you to come in again, eyes scanning your entire body to do my best to be prepared to act accordingly for what you may have next.

Madison Jones:
There is a bit of slowness in your movement now as I land that hit to your vital spot. You fall to the side and start to pull yourself alongside me, past me, while I tend to the knee. However, I'm not giving you the time you need to recover, because it's hard enough to get a moment where I can get some actual offense in on you. …and now is the time to strike. As you are getting to your feet, slowed from the vital hit, I reach for your arm before you have fully recovered as no doubt you would be setting up for another counter. I bend my head down along your back and hook the arm while twisting you toward the rope, and then I go to lift you up on my back upside down, putting you into an Inverted Gory Special, a move made famous by the late Eddie Guerrero.

You can tell my left knee is shaky from the hit you did to it, but I can at least hold you here in this submission move a round while the Ref asks if you want to give up.

Simon Hiu:
You rush at me fast and you reach for my arm and set me up for the Inverted Special, and as you transition to grasp my legs, I'm almost completely immobilized. The ref asks me if I want to give up. "MMMMMM... NO!" I shout and as I deliver the "No," I attempt to bring both my fists to collide at either side of your head, my right aiming for your temple and my left aiming for your jaw, hoping to get you to weaken your grip on the submission and let me go. If that works and you release me, I'll try to use the remaining speed I still have and ram my shoulders down into your legs towards the back of your knees.

Madison Jones:
You are fighting it just as expected. Blows hitting my head at awkward angles, you get two in on me. While the Inverted Gory Special is a legitimate submission hold in its own right, it is not what I use it for. This is all set up. I step away from the ropes enduring the awkwardly angled hits to my head, the last person I did this too did one of those vital strikes that you enjoy in the form of an eye rake. Anyhow, with a loud roar as I push myself through the pain you've inflicted, the first strong sign of emotion I've shown to you in this match outside of a few cute smirks early on, I fling your 167 lbs frame over my shoulders into the canvas face first. I deliver a signature of mine, my single most devastating move, the Amabala Slam.

I drop to my knees next to you, hoping that such an impact would stun you.

Simon Hiu:
The punches hit but don't get you to release the hold, and I grit my teeth fighting through the pain. You then roar and I go from clenching my jaw to relaxing it, bracing my body as best as I can for the power move you're about to do next, your Reverse Alabama Slam. As I swing forward, my arms free, I relax them, my fists unwrapping into flat palms, and as I go over, I turn my head to my left , and then only right before impact do I tense my arms and have my hands up over my head. I take the full impact, but relaxing my body like this lowers it a bit. Still, such a strong slam, I let out a cough while attempting to roll onto my back and then belly again towards the nearest ropes.

Madison Jones:
That move was supposed to stun you, instead, I am the one stunned by how you are still crawling away from it. The Amabala Slam is indeed a Reverse Alabama Slam, which is why I named my signature that, Amabala... which is Alabama spelled backward. Nobody ever seems to get the joke though.

I dropped to my knees thinking I would have a moment, but groan as you start to crawl away. "Oh no you don't Simon!" I grab your legs rising to standing, and PULL you from the ropes, drop your left ankle behind your right knee, and step between the opening with my good right Leg facing away from you. I then crouch reaching down while grabbing your arms, slapping your ribs if need be to make you jerk. Once I have hold of them, I pull them tightly threatening to lift your frame off the canvas as I apply another submission hold, and a rare one at that. I researched it just for this match, a move sometimes used by Matt Striker, an Ankle Lock Wrist Grab.

The Ref again asks if you want to give. Let's see how much fight you have in you because there is more still to come.

Simon Hiu:
I let out low growls and shake my head as the ref asks me if I want to give. I can feel some elastic tension with my right leg being pressed in, and my hip is not entirely immobilized, though your weight is putting considerable pressure on it. The ref asks again if I submit, and I shake my head and continue to growl. With both my arms immobilized, my left ankle locked in between my right leg, I try to force the left side of my hip in while temporarily bending my right leg further in with your weight, and then I let out a loud roar and attempt to use the elasticity built up to use my left hip and right leg to try to force you off of me. If that works, I'll try to use the momentum from that force to continue onto my back and then send a kick at you with my left foot towards your head.

Madison Jones:
You continue to struggle, intending to use the elastic tension of your leg as a means of holding out, even to repel me. It could have worked had I been intending to hold this here for a submission, but you see Simon, I have no intentions of forcing a submission out of you tonight, because you always seem to find a way out of things. I scouted your matches, and researched every public appearance I could find, even under your old name that I am aware of. You are correct this hold is meant to immobilize you, and I transition into what I foresee as the end. I roll us over away from the rope toward the center of the ring, take my left free left leg, and press that boot against your ass stretching out your core and forcing your shoulders flat against the canvas.

The Ref drops down, seeing your shoulders against the canvas, and starts his count. I do everything I can to hold you like this, on display, with some pain, shoulders secure. "One! Two!"

Simon Hiu:
You read me like a book and use the same direction to drop, roll and transition us into the modified submission merged with a sort of bridging pin. The ref sees both my shoulders down on the canvas, flat, and with you holding my arms like this, if I try to use my shoulder to push us to the side, I can end up dislocating it. I bite my lip as I try to pivot my hip back and forth but the ref counts to three. "THREE!" And I let out the first tear I have in a long time for a fight, hearing the bell that signifies your win.

Announcer:
"The Winner and new United Kingdom World Wrestling Champion. MADISON JONES!"

Madison Jones:
With the ring of the bell while you are held on display like this, the announcer calls it. The crowd cheers as I release the hold. Our Limbs are tangled enough with it that I have to flip us over onto your belly again in order to undo the knot, but I do all the same and fall to my knees by you while the Ref raises my hand. I flip you over and reach my hand down between your thighs, I felt it before at the start, a cup over your groin. I slip my fingers under your compression shorts checking for an erection while looking into your eyes, my blue-grey ones reflecting some lust doped up on the win. I look for signs of mutual feelings from you, because I will only press forward with this if you actually want it. I will not start this belt's journey with the act of forcing my lust you despite my assertion at the start of the match.

Simon Hiu:
As you roll us back over to undo the hold, I lay there panting and processing this entire match. After the ref raises your hand, you come back to me and turn me over and reach down to my shorts, pressing your fingers in to feel past the cup, and I won't lie, I feel a tingle. As you look towards my eyes while doing so, I open them and the gaze back into your lustful eyes are vulnerable from mine. I pant and stare into your eyes, and I bite my lip and then nod at you slowly. I know that as much as you like fighting and fucking, you still maintain a sense of genuine but also seductive sympathy, even when going for your reward. So I simply stare at you vulnerably and nod affirmingly, that you can advance onto me.

Madison Jones:
"Wrestling is supposed to be fun...", is all I say. Then with both hands, I bring my fingers to the rim of your compression shorts and peel them off you revealing you to the crowd. While this is happening, the announcer has entered the ring carrying the World Championship Belt. The Intercontinental Belt remains for you on the commentator's stable. I rise to my feet over you, drop my trunks, and stand there for this crowd to take in as their new champion.

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I take that belt and secure it around my waist, then reach a hand down for you to help you up. "Come on, come with me."

Simon Hiu:
I give you a soft smile as you reach your hand down, and I reach back up to try to grasp onto it tightly for you to help me up. When you do I stumble forward into you and my left arm goes up and falls over your shoulder. I look up at you with the same, calmer, sincere and vulnerable expression. "Congrats man," I say to you, fully exposed as you are.

Madison Jones:
Arm around your shoulder, I take you over to the corner. "It's not over yet... there are things expected of... of a champion." I echo the words of a man who I looked up to as a child now, but quickly remove those thoughts from my mind as I had aimed to with the meditation before this fight. I put your arms over the top ropes, and with the belt around my waist, lift your legs up over my shoulders. I stare you in the eyes while my right-hand pulls back my foreskin, and then with cheers from the crowd, I move to penetrate you.

Simon Hiu:
You say that it's not over yet, and I know what you are implying. I nod to you and then you take me to the corner nearest to you, put my arms over the top ropes and crouch down, getting my legs over your shoulders, and I know what comes next. We stare at each other in the eyes, and then you go to set yourself up to fuck me. "MMMMMMMNGHHHH" I let out as I can start to feel you enter me and begin to close my eyes and my head slowly moves up.

Madison Jones:
My thrusting is slow and considerate, I slide inside of you, slowly as all 8 inches fill your canal. You can feel the cold metal of the belt against your thighs as I thrust. This is more than about me though, as I usually move to make my partners feel good as well. I take my right and coil my fingers around your cock pinky to index. If you are uncut, I pull the skin back as I know how uncomfortable it is to be forced to cum without such consideration... That is one of the reasons I didn't pursue erotic play tonight as I simply didn’t know if you were circumcised, and jerking you through your gear could have been excruciating. That is no longer an issue now, and so I begin to stroke you Simon, two strokes to your cock with every one thrust I give to your prostate.

Simon Hiu:
You slowly, almost gently, slide inside and thrust me. After the workout of that match, the cold metal of the belt against my thighs almost feels good. My head shift up and back and then slightly down again. I open my eyes and gaze into yours as I feel the fingers of your right hand coil around my cut cock, and you stroke twice for every one thrust into my prostate, and I continue to moan in gradual pleasure. For every stroke and thrust, my cock grows rapidly, and it soon hits its fully erect 7 inches. Precum begins to shoot and coat my cock, and I continue to moan as you work me from both ends.

Madison Jones:
With your foreskin pulled back, I do the thing that drives me crazy... I press my thumb against your sensitive gland, the soft underskin that remains hidden from so many and protected now making intimate contact. With my thumb moving in a circle over the slit catching whatever precum is there to help enhance the experience, I begin speeding up my thrusts now aiming to force you to cum just before I do.

Simon Hiu:
I clench my jaw for a moment as you expose the underskin of my cock, and then you press your thumb on the sensitive part, and my jaw releases pressure and I gasp as you mix the motion with the precum, very much enhancing the experience it. I don't fight the sensations anymore. I'm tired, and I want this sweet release too. As you speed up your thrusts, my moans get louder and louder. "nnnghh... mmnngHHH." And soon, my cock starts to pulse. "Madison... I'm cumming..." I moan and any and all tension that built up releases with my huge load, "UGHHHHHHH!" I moan out.

Madison Jones:
I can tell you are close, I can feel the subtle squirms of your body, the shifting motions as you start to give into lust. I keep thrusting, but when you start to shoot, I lean forward to kiss you while your unload between us, some of it spraying my chin.

I break from your lips a moment later, our breath having traveled lung to lung during the most intimate moment two people can share. I press my forehead to yours so you can see my eyes when it happens. I pull back my hips starting back up... and then with one final Ram hard into you as I start to go over the edge. I start to cum.

Simon Hiu:
As I start to shoot, you lean in to kiss, and even as you're in me, even as I release, this moment, this kiss, is what makes me feel even more vulnerable. As you break the kiss, you then press your forehead to mine and we stare into each other's eyes, your lust met with my vulnerability. You then pull your hips back and back up a bit, and then give me one final, hard ram into me and then you shoot your load into me. I moan loudly as I feel it all enter me, and even impulsively clench my ass, my hole closing in a bit on your cock as you shoot. As I feel the load begin to slow, my ass relaxes and the grip my hole had on your cock slowly opens up.

Madison Jones:
3.. 4... 5.... Deep Moan.... 6... Keeping Eye Contact... 7..... Head against yours..... 8..... a couple more thrusts..... 9........ Clenching up..... 10..... total ropes.... fill you up.... and drop from your cheeks to the canvas. I hold you there while we are merged as one. I don't know how your monastery and all that handles this, but that isn't any of my business either. You entered the ring with an erotic wrestler, this ending was a likely one you must have known, but... you seemed to enjoy it now too. I lower your legs with your cum having blasted on my chin and chest, hold up both hands with the belt around my waist, then gesture to yours on the commentator table. I step through the ropes now and head back to the locker room to get cleaned up.

Simon Hiu:
As we stay there for a moment, still tangled, I shift my head upwards and close my eyes. The intimate pleasure, replaying like a movie in my mind, fluttering away as you lower my legs back onto the canvas, I stand on my own, back leaning against the corner and my arms resting on the sides, breathing deeply. I then return my head to look at you one final time, eyes blinking open, and you gesture to my belt at the commentator's table. As you step through the ropes and head back to the locker room, I take a deep breath and slowly make my way to the table where my belt lies, and I look long and deep at it. I bow my head at the commentators humbly as I take the belt and throw it over my shoulder as I take another deep breath and head back to the locker room to tend to myself and clean up as well.

Published: 2023-05-10, viewed 110 times.