BDSM - Beat, Dom and Shame Muscle

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-ROB HUNTER VS. MIKE WAR MACHINE-

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Read their first encounter here.

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The Fight

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Rob Hunter:
It’s been a while now since I met Mike in the ring for the first time. He got hired by my rival Leon Z for a 2 VS 1 against me but things turned out different and after some surprising turns the legendary Mike got turned into a Cum Machine. And though Leon and I totally owned him, I knew it was just a matter of time until he would be out for revenge. And he will make it big.

Tonight is the night. The arena is packed with people waiting in anticipation. The atmosphere is already filled with cheerings as I stand backstage. My manager, who got fired by me a few weeks ago, used to be by my side and pump me up. But tonight I am alone and I need to do it by myself. I know this will get brutal. I know Mike and I know what he can do if he is out to destroy. I need to stay focused from the first second on. I look into the mirror as I am waiting in my locker room and take in some deep breaths. It’s time.

And just in that moment the announcer starts introducing me first.”LADIIIEEEEES AND GENTLEMEEEEN! THE FIGHT YOU ALL WERE WAITING FOR! PLEASE WELCOME TO THE RING FIRST: OUR PLATINUM BLOND WONDER! THE WOLFBOY FROM BERLIN, GERMANY! ROOOOOOB HUUUUUNTEEEER!” I rush through the curtain and the crowd erupts in cheers as I stand right in front of the entrance. My signature entrance music starts to play and as you can hear an ear-ringing eagle scream echoing through the arena, a firework shoots up on both of my sides and my name appears in huge letters on the jumbotron. Right in front of glowing red eyes.

Rob Hunter's Ring Entrance

I strut down the aisle and high five some of my fans. Some of them even brought self-made signs saying “HUNT HIM DOWN!”. I’m getting pumped even more as I climb into the ring, wearing my signature camouflage Speedos, white knee pads and black wrestling boots. My pale muscled body shines under the spotlights as I jump up on the corner, throw my arms up and flex my biceps for the crowd before I step down again and settle in my corner. Time to face you on my own. And though I don’t make the impression…inside of me emotions already start boiling up.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
It's been a long time already. But still there isn't a day that passes by without the anger and rage rushes through my body. The feeling of being betrayed, used, abused, humiliated. It changed my life. It made me bitter and cynical. I still see their ugly faces when I close my eyes. One day the time would come to take them both, one by one. Split apart, both losers on their own. I took months to train and prepare. They better be ready, this guy better be ready. The guy that has taken the name as "Wolfboy". The first one to go down.

The arena is pretty big, since there was crazy much interest in seeing us going against each other. The stakes are high, they always are. But this one is still special. It will be tough but I have never felt more pumped and more determined to completely tear apart my opponent. I can hear fans and crowd cheering my name already from deep in the backstage locker room. The focus is deep while I get into my black trunks and black boots. I look in the mirror, staring in my own eyes. The focus and dedication of a lion. It gets interrupted by the call for me to go out. But damn, I'm ready.

The moment I arrive at the arena, your song begins to quiet down. The crowd is still cheering for you, while the announcer tries to break through and my song begins to play in the background. The beat and bass goes deep into the chests. "HERE HE COMES, THE CHAMPION YOU ALL REMEMBER. PLEASE WELCOME HIM BACK TO THE RING! FROM BRUSSELS, BELGIUM!" MIKE DDDDD VECHHIOOOOO, MIKE... WAAAAAARRRRR MACHIIIIIIINEEEEE!" The music explodes now and so does the crowd. I appear from out of the smoke and shadows, the light spots find me and don't let me go anymore. I feel several hands trying to touch me and I give some high fives back at them. I strut forward, not eyeing you up already. I smack my own chest to fire myself up to the max, get on the steps and get into the ring. I rush immediately to the first corner I see and push myself up the ropes and flex a massive bicep pose for the crowd. It freaks them out even more, love their cheering for me. Then I jump back down and search for you.

Mike WAR MACHINE's Ring Entrance

My face is like a poker face, not giving you any sign of emotion. I step forward but then back again to my corner, leaning over the ropes. Waiting for my song to end and absorb the power the crowd is giving me. You look good, better than last time. I like that. But I know that I do too, even better. Then I give you a small grin, show you I'm ready for war. A massive war.

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Rob Hunter:
I'm settled in my corner as you make your entrance - and though you quickly became one of my biggest rivals, I have to admit it's been a pretty epic one. I can feel how determined and tensed you are just by your body language that speaks "destruction". But I don't intend to give you that - though there definitely will be complete destruction tonight. I stretch my neck from side to side. I feel like I'm in perfect shape tonight and since our last encounter, I could also gain some pounds. I'm pumped and ready...and I only wait for the announcer to explain tonight's rules.

"LADIIIEEES AND GENTLEMEEEEEN! TONIGHT'S MATCH WILL BE A FALL COUNTS EVERYWHERE EITHER BY PIN, KO, OR SUBMISSION!" I calmly nod towards the ref and give him my agreement. Then my eyes wander over to Mike. "Here we are...finally." My face is tensed, I feel my heartbeat pumping and the crowd is already freaking out as the bell opens the fight. DING DING!

I jump on my toes and then put my guard up quickly, circling you in a fighting stance. I'm focused on every move as I wiggle my fingers, trying to find an opening and leap in to get you in an Elbow and Collar Lockup to start the match and keep you close while pushing against your muscled body.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
Once in the ring, my eyes don't leave yours anymore. I look deep, search for signs of your emotions. I can see that you look back at me without giving me much signals. I roll my neck and shoulders, lick my lips. The announcer goes over the rules and stakes again and I can't hide a small grin on my face. The bell follows right away, and so we begin to move along. You come up pretty fast for a lock up, so I follow along with you and pin my heels solid to the floor. We spin and struggle some, I immediately intend to bring my arm around yours and under your armpit. I spread out my legs and turn my bodyweight to the front while I lift your body off the floor with me. In a smooth spin I'm able to toss you over my hip and towards the corner and watch you crash down to the floor.

I lower my upper body some and put my hands on my knees, licking my lips again. Wait for you to anticipate and look back at me. I tease you by winking at you with my finger, inviting you to come back at me. The atmosphere is just amazing already, I can feel my body pumping big already. I begin to stomp the floor with my boot to get the big crowd even more hyped already.

Rob Hunter:
My body is tense from the concentration. I try to sense every move you do and find an opening. But you react quickly and get your arm under my pit. Of course I know what you intend to do but you know how to use the leverage and so you toss me on the canvas. THUD! I flex up my body to at least lower the damage and roll over my back into a three point stand. My eyes run around to locate you again and I see you lurking in the center of the ring, licking your lips and hyping up the crowd. I see the look in your eyes. Intimidating, but I don't show you any signs of emotion.

I push myself up on my knees. My eyes glare into yours as I slowly approach you. The crowd is clapping in a steady rhythm and I puff my chest up a bit. I slightly start to smirk, the first time I'm showing you any emotions in my face. And at exactly that moment I throw my leg up and aim a high kick right above your head. My intention is not to hit you...I expect you to have good reactions...So I instantly twist, kneel down and aim a low spinning kick right against your shins to take you down to the canvas. I twist once again and throw my arms up towards the crowd as I hear the THUD behind me and I ROAR out loud, punching my pecs and grin evil as I turn around towards you again.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
The tension is rising, it's clear when we both see each other showing more expressions and speeding up. I expect you to come up with something after the toss and the provocation I do to you. I wait for you to get up to your feet fast and immediately I notice your leg swinging up. I know it's a trap, but I can't afford not to avoid your swinging kick. So I duck and yes there it is, another kick follows up fast and hits my shin which makes me lose balance and I stumble to the canvas. I'm facing away from you as I see you pleasing the crowd with that punching your chest moment and roaring out. I see you are busy with that so I stay on my knees for a little longer, also reach for my head and neck to show you hurt me there.

I can hear by the sound of your roar that you have turned back towards me. So I push myself up to my feet, still holding my neck and stumble a bit on purpose. I flex my whole upper body up and in a fast swift move I turn back to you and also roar deep while doing that and anticipate the distance between us. My right pumped arm has been stretched out since the beginning of the spinning move and I aim to throw it hard into your upper chest and neck, hoping to crush you at full power with it.

Rob Hunter:
I soak up the cheering from the crowd as we are both showing off our determination to dominate. And though I could manage to take you down I am well aware that this will only fire you up even more. And I know I need to be prepared for everything. I turn towards you and I see you are getting up again, stumbling a bit. But of course you only try to fool me. And just one moment after you puff your chest and roar deep, going for a spinning Lariat, aiming right for my upper chest. I am still fresh and my senses are on alert. I shift my weight back and bend over to duck away under your massive arm that comes flying right over me before my body snaps back up again.

The crowd OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHs as they see my athletic maneuver and I hope it gives me enough momentum to attack. I twist my body around to locate your position and I throw my leg up, spinning around and aim a massive Roundhouse Kick right into your temple, trying to knock the wind out of you.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
My attack comes up at full speed and I thought I would get you by surprise there. But to my own surprise, your body bends like there is no spine in it and you avoid my lariat and so I miss and lose my balance a bit. Somehow, I can follow what is going on by the sound of the hyped crowd that continues to shout and scream, making surprising sounds all of the time. The moment I begin to turn back around, I realize you will be ready. I just got a little moment to bring my arms up, but not enough to protect my head from taking a serious kick to my temple. My body stuns for a moment and I stumble to the side, using the ropes for a second to get myself together again.

Shaking out my head, remembering how fast and explosive you are. I grit my teeth and let out another huge roar, you've kicked the adrenaline in my head and made it rush through my whole body. My mind screams that this will be a physical battle and so I push myself off the ropes and unleash the warrior in me. I search for your body in front of me and begin to punch, slam, jab you like crazy.

I feel you do the same back at me so I'm forced to absorb several attacks back too. In a reflex then I grab your arm and yank you towards me, end this fighting madness with an attempt to headbutt my forehead into yours.

Rob Hunter:
I caught you by surprise with my high kick and I see you stagger into the ropes. The expression on your face changes and it seems like you already start to rage. I get in position and brace myself for your next attack and it doesn't take long until you push yourself off the ropes and rush towards me and throw your fist towards my head. I'm caught between defending myself and throwing my own punches and jabs towards you as we relentlessly try to wreck each other. Our fists flying wildly and the crowd freaks out as this war is heating up more and more. You land a few jabs and punches and my head snaps around. But so do I, but the adrenaline keeps us both firing out even more attacks. You suddenly stop, change your strategy and as you yank my body towards you I see your head coming in fast for a headbutt. I can only pull my free arm up to get some guard but UGGGGGHHHH I cannot avoid the whole impact on my head.

I sink down on one knee. Huffing and puffing and my head turns red as the rage is now boiling up in my head too. My head is spinning a bit and I gasp and clench my teeth as I suddenly explode under you. I straighten up my body fast, lean back and I ROAR out loud as I throw my right leg up, trying to nail a GTS right into your jaw.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
The brawl has only just begun but the level is so high already. After the jabs and headbutt, my body feels like a moving brick wall. My face is not hiding the expressions. But so seem you as I can see you somehow explode under me. Another roar comes from you and I begin to brace myself for something, until I see that leg coming up high. The speed is still insane so I don't have the time to fully avoid it and your heel stuns into the side of my chin. My head spins some from the impact, having trouble keeping my legs steady under my body. Stumbling back, searching for the ropes and hoping they are not that far.

It's still pretty early in the battle and I feel like every brutal attack from you gives me the fire to fight back and revenge every move you do so far. I let my body drop down the middle rope and use it to bounce back. I clench my teeth and with a deep moan I send my body forward again, head still spinning some from that kick from you, but spread my big arm out again in another attempt to slam your head off your neck. I lose my balance some after and fall to the ground too.

Rob Hunter:
As we are in the middle of this relentless slugfest you cannot tell which one of us can manage to get the upper hand. Both taking hits and dishing out like crazy already and the adrenaline in both of us is boiling up. My kick to your jaw connected and I thought I could get at least a short moment to regroup and think about a strategy to take you down, but as you stagger back into the ropes you use the rebound and come back at me fast. Your pumped arm is flying towards my head and your Lariat nails me down on the canvas with a loud THUD! I grunt and gasp on the mats as I realize it also took you down and you are right behind me on the canvas.

"THESE GUYS DON'T SHOW ANY MERCY LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" the announcer screams into his microphone, hyping the crowd up even more. I know I need a moment to get back into the match and I roll away towards the ropes to get some distance to you. I reach for the middle rope and start to pull myself up. My eyes are locating you and I focus on your moves. My chest is heaving as my body is showing the first signs of this explosive start of the fight. I hold on tight as I grab the ropes and finally stand on my feet again.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
Both of us on the canvas now and taking some deep breaths as I hear the announcer hyping up the insane crowd even more. I begin to push myself up to my knee while I see you rolling towards the ropes and begin to do the same. After this brutality I need to tell myself to go faster and try to be the one that got up first. My feet are searching for a good balance and I notice you are still holding tight on the ropes. I launch myself in your direction and give my best attempt to push myself up in the air and slam my leg with a solid Enziguri kick into the side of your skull, hoping to knock the wind out of you before falling to my chest too.

Rob Hunter:
I pant and gasp as I pull myself up on the ropes. Luckily you also have to take some time to get back up. This early rage clearly drained some of our energy, but we're both more than determined to win. You get up before me but still a bit unbalanced. I reach the top rope and lean against it as you suddenly charge towards me and I know this is not good. I throw my arms up in an attempt to guard my face as your Enziguri Kick comes flying towards my head. UUUGGGGGHHHHHH! Though you mainly hit my arms, the power of that kick makes my head snap to the side and I fall along the ropes, catching myself on the top rope and stumble towards the corner. My back hits the turnbuckle and I shake my head to get rid of the cobwebs. My vision is slightly blurry but I can see your silhouette a few feet away from me as I hold myself up in the corner.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
After the hit I land on my chest and begin to push myself back up immediately, to check the impact I had on you there. Though this battle is very brutal and takes a lot of energy already, it gives me a boost to see you stumbling around into the corner. I can see by the look on your face that you are a bit dazed after my attack and I try to not give you too much time to recover and come towards you again. You are holding yourself up in the corner and I quickly put my hands on your neck, while grunting and roaring I try to maximize all my power and stretch out both of my pumped arms to throw you from the one corner, high up in the air into the opposite one.

Rob Hunter:
My head is lolling to my chest as I am trying to come back into the match as quickly as possible and my arms grab the ropes tightly. "FOCUS!" I tell myself as you come back at me again. Only the way you strut towards me is intimidating but I can barely calculate my thoughts as you grab the back of my head. My arms are flailing around as right as I have come back to my senses. You throw me high up, my body spins in mid-air and I CRAAAAASH down into the canvas right in front of the opposite corner. "UGHHH FU...FUUUCK!" I grunt deep as I arch my back and slump down against the turnbuckle. I heave my body around and sit in the corner. My back rests against the steel post, which is refreshingly cold. My chest humps up and down as I breathe in deep, raging more and more, causing some of my saliva to run out of my mouth. I try to focus, locating everything and trying to get a strategy.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I'm happy with another successful move and the view of you slumping down in the corner gives me more energy than I expected. You are resting there and it's obvious by the look on your face and the saliva running out of your mouth that you are regrouping and in trouble. The crowd is cheering loud, clapping for their warriors in the ring. I slap my chest at their rhythm, showing off my power for them while this is only absorbing and pumping more too. Meanwhile I step closer to you, still down in the corner. I locate your position very well and then out of nowhere begin to rush towards the opposite rope, use my whole body weight to bounce off and come back at full high speed towards you in the corner. Still observing where you are and where you could possibly move and attempt to hit my knee fully into your jaw

Rob Hunter:
I see your huge frame lurking around in the ring and I feel how you are observing me. I need to think about something before you can continue your assault on me. I'm still settled in the corner and my eyes follow you as you rush into the ropes across from me and use the rebound to bounce back towards me. I know your heavy body in combination with this speed will do a lot of damage when we collide. But I also know how difficult it is to stop this weight when it's moving. I focus on your attack and there are not many options to escape. But as you come closer and closer I suddenly slip out of the ring, leaving it under the bottom rope and I let you crash with all your speed right into the steel bar. I drop on my feet beside the apron and take a few steps back to get some time to recover.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I'm at full speed and I don't see you making a move to escape so I just keep accelerating. At the very last moment, I notice that you start to move and just a fraction of a second later you disappear out of the ring. My eyes go wide open as I see the corner coming closer, with no target there anymore. I try to command my feet to stop and slow down but I can't avoid a big crash into the steel. I let out a roar in pain as my body collapses hard. I let myself fall down to the canvas and pull my leg to my chest, holding my knee. Rolling around a bit, take a moment to absorb the impact and pain, trying to stretch out my leg and start to shake the impact out of my knee.

Rob Hunter:
The crowd OOHHHHHHHHHs through the arena as you crash into the turnbuckle unbridled. The ring shakes and I see you falling down to the canvas, writhing and curling up in pain. I lurk outside the ring as I walk up and down along the apron. You stretch out your leg and it gets close enough to grab it. I reach inside the ring to get a firm grip of your ankle and I pull you under the ropes. I lock your knee right under my armpit as I simultaneously reach for your other ankle and lock it also under my armpit. I yank on your heavy body and though the leverage is not on my side I just build up enough speed, twist my body around and right after your back slides over the edge of the apron, I drop down on my ass and try to slam you back first into the hard floor outside the ring.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I realize I should have rolled further away and get back up faster when I suddenly feel your hands reaching for my ankles. My knee is still burning some so I don't really manage to kick you away at the moment. You adjust my legs and don't really feel what you are doing, until I see myself under the ropes. I try to yank back some but it's not really effective against the speed you pull off. I feel my back sliding over the canvas and the apron until out of nowhere it seems, my back muscles are sent hard to the floor outside the ring. I bridge up some, though my muscles can use the cold of the floor to extinguish some pain in them. I attempt to roll away and back to my chest to eye you up.

Rob Hunter:
Your huge frame crashes down into the floor and I feel like I am back in control. You bridge up in front of me as I crawl back a bit, just to get out of reach from your legs. I push myself up on my feet and sneak around you, keeping some distance and watching your moves. You roll around and end up on your chest, face down. I take a short look over the crowd. They're hyping me up as they cheer like crazy. I sneak around you and slowly approach you, focused on your movements. I reach down and claw one hand into your neck, feeling those bull muscles as I yank you up on your knees. The other hand reaches for the waistband of your gear. I keep you bent over as I am going for my next attack. Again I build up some speed, charging with you towards the announcers table and right in front of it I let go of your body, trying to let you crash hard into the furniture.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I try to regroup and pull myself together now as you don't give me a second to try that. I barely hear you coming though, since the crowd is going insane and so loud. Then I feel your hands on my neck again, feeling the other around my hips. I know what you try to do, but it's like my brain isn't fast enough to give my body the instruction to pull myself back at the moment. My feet automatically begin to run with your pace until you release me and I see the table coming closer. At the last moment I give my legs and feet another push to help me fly over the table. I feel I take the mics down in my fall and I land pretty hard against some chair with my shoulder. I immediately pull myself up on it and take a seat in it. I shake out my head hard before my eyes would roll in their sockets. I grin at you still on the opposite side, then raise my legs and cross my feet right on the table with my hands behind my head. My body is pumping but damn, I'm not gonna show you that you damaged me!

Rob Hunter:
Your massive body is flying over the announcers table and then you crash into the chair on the other side. My chest is heaving as I watch and observe the damage it took on your body. My jaw drops and I glare towards you as you pull yourself up in the chair, acting like nothing happened and teasing me as you even act relaxed. Your legs crossed on the table. Your arms behind your head. This is another kind of humiliation as you act like "nothing happened". And it pumps up the adrenaline in me. More and more. The rage comes up fast and maybe you just put yourself in a bad position. Out of nowhere I let out a loud roar, like a lion about to attack and I charge towards you with full speed as your body is perfectly displayed as a target. I JUMP up high over the table, throwing my body right against you and trying to land on top of you after we crash and fall off the chair. I let out the rage in me now as I try to hold you down and wildly throw my fists towards your face, attacking your head in an outbreak of rage.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I can see your face and how your body reacts. My attitude totally pisses you off, and I like that. I put my feet back down and get myself in a solid position in the chair, on the tip of my toes. Then there you come again; flying over the table and I raise my arms to catch you with the best I can. The impact is bigger than I expected, especially with you acting completely outraged. The chair gets pushed away from under me as we struggle and feel us falling to the floor with you on top of me. You unleash a fist rain that I can only counter by slamming back at you in a reflex. I send punches back all over your face and swing my legs up behind your head to wrap them around your skull and start to yank you back and down, shifting my body weight until I manage to flip positions and end up being on top of you now. My knees across your hips as I try to send some steady ax hammers into your ribcage.

Rob Hunter:
My body slams down onto you and we both crash from the chair onto the hard floor and I land on top of you. We start to trash into each other again. My fists come flying towards your face...but so do yours. You can land some hard jabs against my face and my head snaps around from side to side. But I can also land some nice hits and I'm trying to do as much damage as possible. You react quickly and throw your legs up behind me to catch my head and throw me off you. I land beside you...trying to regroup myself but your blows made my head dizzy. You suddenly mount over me, your legs on both sides of my body. I double over under you as you slam some ax hammers into my rib cage, flexing up my body to soak up at least some of the impact. I know I need to get out from under you. I curl up my body and pivot my legs as I throw my knee up right behind you, aiming to slam it into your spine and knock you off me as I simultaneously buck and thrash under you.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
It keeps at a high brutal level as we punch and bash each other solid. I try to manage to remain solid above you, but you struggle like a wild animal under me and then your knee suddenly stuns my back. It makes me lose some focus and therefore also the balance over you. I decide to roll off from you, back to my knees. I'm breathing heavily, and had to use quite some energy in this physical match already. I roll out my neck and shoulders, stretch what has been attacked but not too long as I see you begin to get up too already. I quickly put my hand on your neck and head to help you get but, just enough to get your feet under you. I rotate my body and throw your body hard into the barricade. The adrenaline rush forces me to grab you again, settle you for another slam but this time even harder and I try to throw you over the barricade now where the crowd is totally going nuts at the view of us so close.

Rob Hunter:
I could luckily manage to get you off me. But this match is relentless and physical, definitely showing some signs of damage on my body.You don't give me much time to recover from your blows and you are instantly back at me. You reach for my head and yank me up. My arms are flailing around, trying to hit you...anywhere...just desperately trying to get you away from me. But then you speed up and slam me into the barricades once. UUUGGGHHHHHH! I would crumble down on the floor but you are still holding me up. And there you go for another assault. But this time with even more speed. Luckily not against the barricades but I fly right over them into the crowd. Some of the audience jump off their seats as I land right between the chairs. Crawling on the floor in pain, focusing on what is happening around me and I slowly crawl between the chairs, knowing it won't take long until you come back at me again.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I feel like I'm having control again, but this time I won't give you that much time to use your speed on me again. I jump over the barricade while shouting at some fans to back off and give us some space. I kick the chairs away and grab your head at the back of your neck again. In a reflex I slam your face into a chair, just enough to keep you dazed and dizzy for a little bit longer. I begin to drag you further again, heading outside the arena now as cameras keep following us. Arriving backstage, I notice several more chairs and tables. I turn your chest to mine now and while rotating, I put my hand on your chest and throat and with a massive roar lift you off your feet and throw you high to make you crash into a table. I see myself on a big screen hanging there and flex for the crowd still in the arena, going absolutely insane now

Rob Hunter:
My attempts to escape you are not very successful. You follow me over the barricades and the crowd that is around us jumps out of the way as you strut over to me, worried that they are suddenly right in the middle of the action. You grab my head again and slam it into one of the chairs. I can only throw my arms up in a reflex to lower the impact but you still keep me dizzy. I know I need to come back...but under this massive assault my focus right now is to not take too much damage. You drag me through the crowd. They move out of the way and form a small path where you maneuver me through. The audience stands on both sides, some of the guys slap on my back. "Come on Rob!" I hear them supporting me as you dominate me at this point and head with me backstage. My head is slowly getting clearer and as we arrive outside the arena you grab my throat with your hand, hoist me up high and THROW me down into one of the tables, showing off your sheer strength. I crash into the wooden table and roll off of it, landing on the floor again right between some more chairs. I grunt and moan as I turn my head to locate you. I see you flexing for the cameras, my vision is a bit blurry as I shake off the cobwebs. My body is in a huge pain and right now I only have one idea. I hope you are distracted long enough. I reach out for one of the chairs and pull it close. I slowly push myself up on my knees, holding the chair tight with both of my hands. I struggle to get up but finally I can manage to push myself on my feet, my legs are shaking, knowing that I need to surprise you before you notice anything. I sneak up behind you, gritting my teeth as I push myself through the pain. I raise the chair over my head and wait until you turn back towards me, trying to SLAM the chair right on the top of your head and knock you down with it.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
In my head, it must have been just a couple of seconds that I was posing and flexing for the crowd. Apparently, once again, it was still too long to give you any chance to get yourself back together. My body is totally pumped and bulging due to the adrenaline and the dominance I have been pulling off so far. I start to turn back to you and in my eye corner I see on the screen that you are back up holding a chair. My brain is too slow to figure out what is going on and in my movement back towards you, my head gets slammed hard with something heavy. I feel that my legs collapse under me and stunned by the impact, I just fall flat on my back. My hands automatically reach for my forehead and try to figure out what just happened.

Rob Hunter:
The sound as the chair slams against your head is echoing through the backstage halls and as you drop down on the cold floor I let the chair drop right beside me. I finally can get some time to regroup myself. And I need it. But I also know that I cannot give you too much time, now that I could finally gain some control in this match. The crowd is watching everything closely what happens backstage and I can hear them chanting and cheering from the arena. You hold your head with your hands as I approach you again. I reach down and grab your head with both hands. "Come on Mike! Get up!" I grunt as I yank you up with me. The moment your face is right in front of me I throw my head back, just to slam it right into your face with a solid Headbutt to keep you dazed. Not letting go of your head, I adjust my grip and build up some speed. I see a ladder and some equipment standing right in front of the wall next to us. I spin around and with a loud ROAR I let go of your body and try to crash your body right into the statives on the wall.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
Things are speeding up again in my head as you already grab my head again. I hear you shouting at me to get up and hold myself against you. Was not even able to pull my head up to face you until you smash your head into my face and kept me even more dazed. I feel that you are accelerating again and I can only keep up with your agility and a moment later my back crashes into the ladder and some other stuff that all collapses around me. My feet are having trouble keeping myself up against the wall and slowly begin to slump down. In a reflex I try to grab something and the only thing I can find is some bottles of water. In an attempt to buy myself some time, I grab some bottles and throw them in your direction to distract you some and give my body a little space.

Rob Hunter:
The noise as the equipment crashes down around you fills the backstage area and I see you slump down against the wall. I'm huffing and puffing, sweat is running down my red face and I start lurking around you, checking out the damage you took. The view of the champ being in trouble arouses me...and most important...it fires me up. I slap my pecs...slowly approach you. Your hands are looking around, searching for something to grab and luckily the only thing you can find are some bottles of water. You throw them at me...one after another...and I puff my chest up and guard myself with my arms as I chip the bottles off with my hands. I smirk as you're desperately trying to keep me away, but then I leap up, build up some speed and approach you fast. I lean over and grab your head, just to hold you in position as I throw some solid fists towards your head, aiming for your temple and keep you in the dazed state you're in. My teeth are clenched as I let out another rage outbreak.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
The intensity is so high, my body is sweating all over due to all the energy that this is taking from me. I know I can't keep you away for a long time, but every second I can buy time is good. The water bottles are just a distraction, yet there you are again holding my head up while I push myself up to my knees and try to bring myself to my feet. The wall is holding me up as your power is even still building up now. I try to bring my arms and elbows as much in front of my face as I can, just to block some of your vicious punches aiming for my temples. My knees are trembling, but I can't afford to keep it in this position. Put all my energy together and attempt to raise my leg to slam my heel hard into your knee cap, hope it makes you struggle at least a bit. I decide to take the risk to drop my guard for a moment, this to bring my arm up from below and ball a fist, swinging my hand up to crash an uppercut into your chin coming from below.

Rob Hunter:
I'm wildly trashing into you as you guard yourself with your arms. Some of my fists hit your head but some of them just slam into your arms as I am almost blindly trying to keep you down and stunned. But with every punch I miss you also fight through it and I'm not aware what you are doing. You throw your leg up and slam your heel right into my knee can, forcing me down on one knee. You put your guard down and I think the way is clear now for a solid hook to your temple but just as I pull back my arm and aim my strike you surprise me off guard and Uppercut my chin hard. UUUUGGGGHHHH! My head snaps back and I drop on the concrete. My head is spinning and I curl up a bit, rolling to my side. I blink my eyes, trying to get my vision clear again and crawl away from you, trying to get some distance and also gather some time to regroup myself and get rid of the cobwebs. I eventually kick and thrash my legs towards you, in case you come right back at me.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I sigh in relief when I notice that my plan and attacks seem to have succeeded on you. The fire in me burns harder again when I see you stumbling to the concrete. I still need to hold myself against the wall, to prevent myself from falling right away. I use the wall to move myself some, a few inches until I suddenly feel a screen hanging there. I use it to lean on a second, not letting go of the sight of you, still on the floor. I see that you try to kick in my direction, I jump aside to avoid getting stomped hard. I still hold the tv and then another plan pops up in my brain. I begin to pull hard at the screen until cables are breaking from the wall until I hold the screen fully in my hands. I look at it and grin at it, then at you. I try to get to your side, avoid your legs kicking and lift the screen high above my head and with a huge roar I slam it down flat to your back.

Rob Hunter:
My head is spinning as I try to crawl away from you. The muscles in my body start to strain and I crunch my core, pushing myself on all fours. I can hear the crowd in the arena cheering as they follow the action over the big screens over the ring. A few camera men sneak around us, trying to catch the best shots for the audience. And in the corner of my eye I see one of the camera men kneeling down beside me, zooming in on my sweat-covered face. I'm grimacing and clenching my teeth as I fight through the cobwebs. I hate that the crowd sees me like that and just as I shake off the dizziness and try to get back up again you are already behind, holding a TV screen in both hands. I'm not aware what you are doing but then WHHHAAAACKK I drop back down on the concrete as you slam the screen down on my back. My back is in pain, saliva running out of my mouth, mostly from the rage in my body which slowly takes over control of my body. I clench one fist and hammer onto the concrete, the other hand reaches back, nursing my lower spine. I know I need to get back into the match, but you also seem to be relentless and in destruction mode. "Focus Rob..." I think to myself...the only thought I can catch at the moment.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I still have the screen in my hands while I stare down at you under me on the floor. It excites me to watch a massive red spot appearing on your back after the heavy impact. At the same time I still see your balled fist slamming down, meaning you are still fighting through. You are busy reaching for your back nursing it, and this rings my bell that I have to continue my brutal beatdown on you. I drop the screen on your shoulder, just to distract you with it. Gives me a fraction of a time to get in position to send another solid stomp to your sore back again. I immediately sink down to the floor, grabbing your right arm and bend it back by punishing the socket. The rage in me is unstoppable and with some control but the fury of a wildman I stretch you to your side and use my heel to stomp the hell out of you. Focussing on the back of your head, then down to your neck and some to your sore and red lower back. Aiming to drain you hard here, raging for the camera men around us.

Rob Hunter:
I writhe on the cold floor and my body is tense from the pain. My muscles are straining, flexing through the pain. And as I slowly try to recover you are still standing over me, obviously admiring this view as you look down on my aching body. No chance to get away this quick, the screen drops on my shoulder and I let out a loud YELL and a deep GRUNT as you stomp my back. "Unngghhh...fuccck!" I groan as you grab my arm and yank it back. Your heel comes flying to the back of my head and I roll my chin on my chest as good as I can to at least lower the impact on my head. But still...my head is spinning...my vision gets blurry...and as you go on kicking my back I arch my body in a reflex and my face turns into a sweaty grimace. yt

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I lost my mind for a bit, I can't tell anymore for how long I'm stomping you. But you are hardly able to fight back and the feelings of humiliation you gave me in that previous fight are coming back harder then ever. I roar loud, every stomp releasing the frustration that has been inside me for me until I begin to slow down. I push your body away from me with my feet and push myself back up. I find a camera in front of me and open my mouth, stick out my tongue and shake my whole head like a complete madman. Your body is still crawling on the floor and I immediately reach down to scoop you up in my arms. I turn us around, where there is a large trash container. I flip you higher above my head and then throw you down hard in the dirty smelly container. I leave it open and get behind it, begin to push it forward and so drive around with you. At full speed, I ram it into a wall

Rob Hunter:
I'm almost blacked out as you keep working on my body. My head is spinning, my back is on fire and it feels like my consciousness is hanging on a thread. The cameraman is catching my face in a close-up and streaming everything on the jumbotron. The crowd goes pale as they see me drooling and twitching on the cold floor and in the next moment I feel you pulling my weakened and sweaty body up in front of you. I'm way too battered to do anything, let alone fight back. And as you show off your dominance I'm not aware of what is coming next. You push me up and the only thing I can think about is to brace myself as you're obviously going to slam me down on the hard floor again. But I'm not really controlling my body at this point and there is no way for me to guard myself against the impact. You throw me down but I'm not landing on the concrete this time. Instead, my body gets kinda swallowed by large garbage bags as you throw me into a container and though my mind is still at the edge of passing out, this awful and gross smell instantly invades my head and I start to gag between the garbage bags.

I grunt inside the container, not knowing what's happening as I can feel you start to push the container around. And as it reaches more and more speed it suddenly hits a wall and CRASHES with a loud noise against it. Luckily the bags around me function like an airbag and the impact on my body was low this time. Right at that moment, the container collides with the wall. I hear something clink beneath me. I try to catch a clear thought, fighting through the pain, and as everything is pretty dark around me and my vision is still blurry, I stretch my arm out, trying to find something between the bags...and there it is. I know you're not done with me...but I'm grabbing the last spark of hope and waiting until you are looking for me in the container.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I feel like a young kid again, riding the trash container you are in. While searching for the camera to perform, I begin to laugh loud and with some kind of evil grin. Feeling pretty confident after I stomped you badly before and now finally can do some humiliation back to you. The container is right next to the entrance of the fighting hall, so the crowd is cheering right next to us. The smell is hard and disgusting, it makes me laugh even more. I begin to slam my fist on the side of the container "Hey, Wolfboy! Found your meat yet there? Hahaha, come out now, we are not done playing yet!" I keep bashing hard into the metal, waiting for you to show up…

Rob Hunter:
I'm moaning and squirming between the dirty and stinky garbage bags. The smell almost makes me throw up and I'm not only fighting the pain, but also my gag reflex as the scent of rotten trash is invading my mind. And while I try to focus on the stuff I found at the bottom of the container you clearly seem to enjoy this humiliation. The crowd is cheering you up as you hammer against the container and the noise is increasing like in an echo chamber. My ears start to ring but slowly I can regroup myself. I'm far away from my original state but at least I can move again. And if I don't act now...

I close my eyes, trying to locate on which side of the container you are standing and hammering against the wall over and over again. And while you are busy with your intimidating bashing against the container you betray yourself. I got an idea where you are and with my left hand I grab a glass bottle, according to its size it might be a an empty bottle of champagne, and with my right hand I grab a thin but hard kind of stick. I'm huffing and puffing. With my right shoulder I slowly push up one of the bags to get enough space and I throw the glass bottle right towards you, but just to distract you, before I push myself up between the garbage bags with a primal ROAR. My face turned into a pure expression of rage. Red, sweaty and battered and without hesitating too long I SLAM the stick in my hand, which actually was an old light tube, down, trying to hit you right at the top of your head.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I've been bashing for several seconds now, without any result of you coming out of there again. So I stop and reach over to search for you myself now. But then I suddenly see you appear with a bottle in your hand. My eyes open wide by the surprise and know you will throw it at me. I duck right in time and hear the glass break and shatter behind me. Trying to focus on what just happened, I don't realize you hold something else in your hand. I only see it coming closer and then I notice it must be some kind of long stick. This time I can't avoid it, and then in just a minisecond I realize it was stupid to think there were only trash bags in that container. My brain stuns together with my mind and body and stiff like a shelf, my body falls backwards all spread out on my back. I think there is a cut on my forehead, it's like blood is dripping slowly down my face.

Rob Hunter:
The light tube shatters into a thousand pieces as it crashes down on the top of your head and you drop flat on your back, spread-eagled, stunned, and with blood running down your face. This is my chance. My chest is heaving and my face is grimacing. I'm panting like crazy as the cameraman zooms in on my face. The crowd in disbelief as the tides suddenly turned. I need some afford to pull myself out of the container. My body already took in the smell of the garbage, but right now there is only one thing on my mind. Survive. I hoist my legs over the container walls and I catch myself on my feet.

I limp over to you, sweat is dripping down my face. I reach down and grab your wrists. I hold them tight with my hands. As tight as I can. And then I look right into your bloody face. "You did this to yourself..." I grunt and mumble with a calm voice. And just as I finished the sentence I raise my right leg and STOMP my heel right into your face. I STOMP again and after the third assault, I simultaneously let go of your wrists and step back, gasping hard with my hands on my thighs and taking a moment to regroup.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I feel how more blood drops are running down my face, it feels so warm. I have some moments to regroup and figure out what just happens, as I hear you by my side stumbling to get out of the container. The double vision begins to disappear while I try to turn myself to my knees to push myself up. Right when I start to roll to my side, out of nowhere I feel how you grip my wrists and I automatically roll to my back again. My vision is clear, in a reflex I try to shake out my arms and hands to get myself free. I can see the exhausted rage on your face and then you send a first stomp to my face. It stuns me, as I keep trying to roll myself at least some to my side to protect my head from the heaviest impact. But then more follow, and I try to bring my legs and knees up to protect my face but it's not very effective. Trying to absorb them as well as I can, hope my head can handle them too and that I would not faint. After you are done, I roll into a fetus position and try to check the damage on my face that got more cuts and blood all over.

Rob Hunter:
I'm watching you closely as you roll into a fetal position after my heel connected hard with your head. You seem to be dazed and almost out, you‘re face is bloody as fuck, but I know how much you can take. You're a beast, there is no doubt. I put one hand on the container to hold myself up as I crack my neck from left to right and think about my next attack. But then...the container...and you on the floor...I got an idea. I stumble around the container and hold it tight. My eyes are focused on you. I breathe in deep and then lean against the container, start to push against it to build up some speed, and then I charge right towards you to let the container crash against your spine.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
This is it. I feel myself in this position again and it bring back the memories of last time again. My heart beats like crazy and my mind screams to move myself. The blood begins to drip down to my chest and for the first time I can really see it on myself. It's like a red rag on a bull, completely fires me up but still only on the inside. Still laying down but my face in your direction and I see you stumbling around the container, having troubles yourself too. I start to stretch my body out again, not letting go of the view of you. I know what you are up to as you slowly begin to move the container. I scan the room with my eyes and just before the container comes at my direction, I start to roll my body to the side behind a corner. I hear the container crashing hard into the wall and eventually it overturns in front of me. It blocks the way from you to me and gives me some good space to pull myself up. I'm standing behind the corner holding myself up against the wall and waiting for you to be able to arrive at my position.

Rob Hunter:
I roar like a wild animal as I charge with the container towards you. The rolls rumble with loud noises over the concrete until they suddenly crash into the wall and fall over. The floor is covered with stinky garbage and different stuff that was hidden inside the container. But I'm confused. Where are you? Why did the container crash against the wall? I'm suspicious but luckily I am out of reach for now and I can get some time to regroup myself. We're right at the entrance of the arena and there are not many opportunities to hide. I know how sneaky you are and I try to think about what to do next. I know you will be prepared if I go searching for you. But I cannot just stand here and wait.

The crowd is cheering in anticipation as this fight gets more and more brutal and we both show how much rage is hidden in each of us. I duck down behind the container and crawl around it. My shoulder suddenly hits something and I look to the side. It's a fire extinguisher. I carefully pull it out of the bracket and without knowing where you exactly are, I push myself up on my feet and further around the container, pull the cap and wildly spray the white foam into the corner behind, hoping to blind you if you are there.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
The mix of the silence behind the corner where you are and the extreme noise coming from the arena that is next to it, is very intriguing. I know you are up to something, you always are. But I know your evil mind already more than I would probably want, and I know that you will be up to something as well in anticipation. It's hard to tell, but I can only try to anticipate some kind of shadow that is slightly moving from around the corner. I already got my tool right in my hand, waiting for you to show up. Because, I know you will do, thinking I'm a hurt animal by now. I am ready, totally ready, the blood dripping from my face onto the metal trash can I am holding right in front of my face. In a crazy reflex to the sound of the extinguisher that explodes, I begin to run completely mad forward. The can is covering my whole face and part of my upper body as pretty aimless I rush forward at full speed, attempting to ride over you like a bulldozer with the trash can at your head level too

Rob Hunter:
I crawl around the container. My hands firmly hold on the fire extinguisher. I'm still on my knees as the foam is filling the room around the corner and before the air is completely filled, I can only see your silhouette....but...wtf is that? I can only guess but I'm sure you are holding something in front of you. Something big! I just wanted to push myself up on my feet but I know I would run right into your path and I'm sure this could end badly for me. I react as quickly as I can and let myself slump down again on the concrete and just in that moment you charge through the fog. At first you are just a shadow, but the closer you get it gets clearer what you are holding in front of you. A huge trash can. And as you charge past me I lift my leg and try to make you trip over them as you are rushing right towards the entrance of the arena again.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
My feet are running on themselves now, just as fast as they can. There is a massive cloud of fog and I can only close my eyes and use my senses to locate myself somewhere. The can is protecting my face and body, at least that's what I think. Suddenly my feet bump over something that I can't figure out what is and there comes the crash I've been waiting for. I realize fast that it was not you, but a door that I broke open and now I'm stumbling hard back in the arena. I forgot how loud these fans could be as I'm kind of rolling further back in. I search for the barricade to hold myself up, but my feet seem to want to keep on moving forward and my body is struggling against the gravity. The atmosphere gives me more power and confidence again. My head feels more clear again as the blood on my face begins to solidify and stick to my face. Still holding the barricade close to the ring now and scanning the big room with my eyes, searching where you are now.

Rob Hunter:
My eyes go wide as I see you charging past me like a bulldozer. Unstoppable. Even the closed side door breaks open as you crash through it with your mighty power. My legs got you stumbling. For a short moment I imagine what would have happened if I stood in the way. The door is open now and I can hear the crowd cheering and screaming as you rush towards the barricades and let the trash can drop down on the concrete. I push myself back up on my feet as you are busy not only keeping your balance but also looking for me. It seems like you lost orientation and as I finally see my chance to get back at you, my eyes light up with the fire of determination.

I sneak into the arena after you. I know you will recover faster than I would like it and though my head is racing under the rage I am limited with my moves now. My back is still in pain and my legs are shaking from the lack of energy. I stumble past the trash can and pick it up, hoping I can stay out of your view as you hold yourself up on the barricades and scan the arena. You must think I ran away and hid in here. But right when I am close enough I lift the trash can up over my head and push myself towards you to forcefully slam the trash can down and put it over your bloody head and upper body, trying to trap you inside it. I look around hectically and see a chair close to me, only three steps away. I reach for it. I fold it up. And with a primal ROAR I swing it around, aiming right for the trash can to knock you down and make your head ring from the impact.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
It's like chaos in my head and in the arena now. The crowd has been missing us and there are so many people around, also trying to touch me that I can't find you anymore. I keep strutting towards the ring, trying to climb in to get a better overview over the place. Until suddenly, my ears ring like crazy and my upper body gets struck. I try to shake out my arms but my shoulders are blocked. Plus it got completely dark and I hear only distant noises anymore. I don't have time to think, my head gets completely twisted and shaked out by a massive hit on what I now realize is the container. My body just takes the assault and my brain can't react anymore and I just fall straight forward to the floor.

Rob Hunter:
The crowd's OHHHHHHHs echo through the arena as your massive body falls forward on the floor. My hands cramp around the chair as you lay on the concrete, still trapped inside the trash can. My chest is heaving and my face is a sweaty grimace. I know this match isn't over yet and I am not sure how much it will take to keep you down. I am totally in survival mode now and I know one single mistake and I'll be doomed. I limp to your feet as your massive legs stick out of the trash can. I reach down and grab your boots. I lean back and pull you out of the metal can, just enough to get you uncovered. I grab the folded chair again, lift it up over my head and slam it down with a loud roar, aiming for your already battered body.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I'm laying on my back, still completely dark around me. My chest is beating like crazy and I could not even move my arms to remove the trash can if I wanted to, there is pain running through my limbs all over. My eyes are rolling in their sockets, can't focus and not at all in this darkness. Then I feel your hands on my legs pulling me back. But even the light doesn't help my eyes to recover, my head is still ringing and spinning. I don't see anything coming until suddenly more mental get bashed into my sore muscles. I try to move away but the signals from my brain don't come through anymore. I grunt and growl as the pain keeps increasing and my resistance and mobility weakens fast now.

Rob Hunter:
I'm blinded by the rage. Or is it desperation? Anyhow, after all it doesn't even matter. The only thing that counts is that it keeps me up on my feet and for the first time tonight I have the feeling of being in control. I let the chair drop on the matted floor outside the ring. You're grunting right in front of me. I pant like crazy. The crowd is firing me up. The spotlights are all on us. Our bodies glistening, soaking wet, some stains of your blood are on my boots. And as I reach down to grab your thick neck I have the metallic taste of my own blood on my tongue. I pull you up on your feet and SLAM my leg into your ab wall.

But I keep the hold on your neck, to not let you slump down again. I twist my body around to build up as much speed as possible to slide you back under the bottom rope into the ring and instantly follow you.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I hear the sound of the chair falling next to me, but I still try to cover my body with my arms to prevent more damage. Until you reach down for my neck and help me up. My legs are shaking under me, wobbling all the way and unable to stand on themselves at the moment. My vision is still completely blurry so don't see at all that your knee is coming up. Your leg smashes me hard back against the apron but I'm still standing, only due to you holding me still. Then I feel how you throw me back in the ring. The canvas feels cold and like a blessing to my heated sore body. In some desperate attempt, I just try to roll more and try to get out of the ring again on the other side..

Rob Hunter:
I follow you back into the ring. I roll once. I roll twice. And then I see you are trying to escape at the other side of the ring. I crawl the first inches before I push myself up on my feet, my upper body bent over as I gain some speed. I almost stumble over as I catch your ankles just before you could roll out of the ring. "Wrong direction...champ..." I grunt with a deep voice and pull on your legs to twist you around 90° with your face up looking into the spotlights. Your legs pointing towards the center of the ring. Your head is right at the apron. I YANK your legs up under my sweaty pits. My knees right in your lower back. I shift my weight and fall back, catapulting you up hard with your throat right against the bottom rope to work more on your air supply.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
The cold canvas feels so good. My brain stopped working and it's like my instinct has taken over to survive. Now I can hear you loud and clear again. My back gets dragged to the center again and then towards the apron. My vision begins to return but I still see so many black spots around. The lights are shining down in my eyes which is also not helping. I did not even feel anymore that you were holding my legs up anymore. Out of nowhere, my body begins to move up and I gasp extreme, almost like I would choke and die as my airpipe gets crushed hard against the rope.

Rob Hunter:
You start gagging and coughing as your throat gets crushed against the rope. I need to keep on working on you. Your face looks battered. But I know what you can take. I roll on my knees and grab your head with both of my hands. Your face is wet, almost slippery as I drag you back towards the middle of the ring. "LOOKS LIKE ROB IS TAKING OVER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" the announcer screams into his microphone. The crowd is cheering with chants. I grab your wrist and pull you on your front while I step over your body. I keep a tight grip on your wrist and then reach down for your other one. I yank your arms back, twist them, my heel right at the back of your head. "Now kiss them mats!" I grunt out and STOMP your head down.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I'm coughing like crazy, struggling to get air into my mouth and lungs. My body is tingling everywhere already. I feel your hands on my head and I just can't react to that. Then you go for my wrists and you pull my heaving chest off from the floor. I feel the tip of your heel pointing in my neck, but I can't prepare myself for what's coming. With a massive crash, my face gets stomped to the canvas and I just lay there spread out. The bleeding has stopped for a while but now the wounds are all open again. I just lay down, arms and legs spread out and my eyes staring at the distance. My brain is like; this can not happen…

Rob Hunter:
I got you stunned and laid out. I look down on you and focus on your arms and legs as I am almost in disbelief to finally got you at this point. I keep the hold on your left wrist and twist you around on your back. Your face is a mess. The blood is flowing over your cheeks and your eyelids are twitching. I can't hesitate now. I need to act. I give you one hard yank to get you just a few inches closer to the corner.

I slap both of my meaty pecs like a gorilla once and roar while I limp over to the turnbuckle. I grab the top rope and start climbing up. Rope by rope. I am focused to keep my balance and not trip over. I step further until I can find a firm stand on the top rope facing you. I kneel down and jump up as high as I can. I pivot my legs in mid air and dive down, straighten my legs to drive both of my heels deep into your guts.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
You twist me to my back and I can only just let that happen. Blood is running over and even a bit like in my eyes, and I don't even have the strength at this moment to wipe that away. The lights are still shining bright on me from above, blinding me. Until a shadow appears from high in the sky and my back janks up from the floor with your massive impact crashing into my gut. It's like you stomped my abs all the way to my back. I roll to my side, see the blood making a small puddle in front of me. I gasp like a fish to get air in, but the lack of it makes me slowly lose consciousness at this point.

Rob Hunter:
Your huge body is bashed and battered. And my energy comes to its end. I don't want to risk a pin attempt. I am way too close now. I dropped to my knees after my move and I push myself over to you. Crawling on my knees. You roll to your side away from me and I come from behind. "This is perfect!" I think to myself as I stretch out my arm and snake it around your neck. I grab my wrist to pull on a tight choke. The tightest I can at this point. I flex my biceps right into your windpipe. I can smell the scent of blood and sweat as my nostrils go wide from the panting and my face goes manic. I want to end this. Completely.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I struggle to keep myself awake but the more energy I try to bring to my head, the more blood I seem to lose. It's like my body forces me to relax to prevent it from bleeding out. I barely feel your hands and arms around me now anymore, until you press my throat so tight that my hand automatically goes to your hands in a reflex. It's just useless and my hand drops back down right away. I see the lights above me fading, slowly turning into black as my head falls down, out, right in your arms.

Rob Hunter:
I keep cranking on the Headlock. I don't think straight. I just soak in the crowd's cheering as you slowly fade out. I didn't even notice the ref dropping in at first. He lifts your arm up and it drops down on your side. "ONE!" he shouts and it's like he dragged me out of a hypnosis. I realize what's happening. Your body is limp. And as I look down at you and shake your head in the sleeper to dig my biceps into your throat as deep as I can and make sure you stay like that. The ref lifts your arm again and it drops down. "TWO!" The crowd cheers and whistles through the arena as the ref lifts your arm one last time. I scream out like a wild animal and your arm drops down. Limp. "THREE!"

DING DING DING! At the ring of the bell I instantly collapse on my back. I close my eyes. The lights are blinding me even through my eyelids. I am out of energy. And as the adrenaline suddenly drops I can even feel my heartbeat pumping like it would break through my chest. I can't believe it. But I can feel your limp body half over me. "HE DID IT! ROB HUNTER DEFEATED THE WAR MACHINE! WHAT A MATCH!" I hear the announcer screaming but it's mixed with a high pitched ringing. I just roll to the side, pulling my leg out from under you and my emotions take over and I clench my teeth to not let out the loudest scream I ever did.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
I have these weird sensations in my mind. It's like I'm not in the real world anymore for a moment. Somehow, it feels kind of peaceful. I don't know how long it lasts, but suddenly other sensations come up again. They are painful, my body screams like it's on fire. I open one eye and see the puddle of blood I'm in. I hear the outrageous crowd, totally insane. Then I hear your roar and it comes in hard, I realize what this means. Fuckkk.. This cannot be, it just can't…

Rob Hunter:
It seems like both of us are in disbelief but there is no doubt anymore as the ref reaches down and grabs my wrist to pull me up on my feet. "AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER! ROOOOOOOOOOB HUUUUUUUUUNTER!" the announcer declares officially as the ref simultaneously raises my arm up into the air. It's hard to stay, but he keeps me straight up. The crowd is cheering my name over and over again and I soak up the atmosphere as I close my eyes. My eyes open wide again as the ref lets go of my arm and I need to catch my whole weight out of nowhere. I stumble a bit and catch a stand with my legs spread a bit. I turn around and see you crumbled down on the canvas. I limp over to you and drop down on my knees right beside you. I grab the waistband of your wrestling gear and slowly pull it down over your legs. It's just how I remembered it. Your perfect cock flops out and stands straight up.

I bite my lower lip and wrap my fingers around your dick. I collect a bit of saliva under my tongue and spit it down on your cockhead to lube it up just enough to easily slide my hand up and down your vein-covered shaft, going to harden up that cock to its full size.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
My body feels like a magnet to the cold floor, it's like it doesn't want to move and feel the pleasure of relaxation now. My eyes are still rolling, not being able to focus on anything. Thoughts fly through my brain, at moments I don't even think about being beaten here and just be.. somewhere else. The air begins to flow slowly back into my lungs and gives my brain more oxygen. My chin is laying on my chest, still laying all crawled up on my side. My vision returns very slowly, and I look down on myself. How the hell.. My eyes go open wide as I see and realize my cock is rock hard. How could I not have felt that? This can't be.. But I still can barely move my body and can only undergo how you strip me completely naked.

Rob Hunter:
Under my sweaty face appears an evil grin as your cock swells rock hard. Fuck. It feels like a steel bar in my hands and I slide my fingers up and down, my thumb teasing your cockhead and circling your cum slit. I lower my body behind you as you are laying on your side. My legs snake around your right quad as I lock it in a scissor. My body is close to yours as I pull you on your back and slide my upper body over your sweaty pecs. I raise my left arm and shove it over your head, with your face buried under my armpit. My right hand is stroking you continuously, going to drain you in the middle of the ring as the crowd is watching me taking my prize.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
In a reflex I begin to struggle against your holds, but all my energy is drained and the power is too low. Before I can react somehow, you roll me on my back and I have your body laying on top of me. My cock throbs so hard, against my will. I bite my teeth, try to focus on something else because this won't happen again. I can't keep my cock hard! But you are fully covering me, my bloody face pressed into your armpit. I try to shake out, but the more I resist, the more I feel I keep working hard due to the adrenaline.. "FUUUCKKK" I try to scream out, feeling kind of desperate and unsure how to handle this anymore.

Rob Hunter:
I know how to invade your mind and I know it is necessary. You will do anything to not get jerked off again. But my man scent floods your brain and I got you pinned under my sweat dripping body. "Don't fight it champ!" I mumble as I'm getting impatient. Your cock is still rock hard. My fingers caress your shaft and cockhead until I feel some more pre leaking out of your cum slit. I'm sure you are close to shoot your load up into the air. So I tighten my hold and start to squeeze your rod with my hand. At least I try to and as it is so hard it's almost impossible. My body starts shaking as I try to finally squeeze your juice out of you.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
My brain and body are fighting each other badly now. I'm forced to take in your scent and it's another thing I need to fight against and put my last energy in. Shaking out my head, your body still smells disgusting after you have been in that container that it even puts tears in my eyes not to gag. I lose focus on my cock because I just can't focus on everything at this moment. Eventually I really feel my cock filling up and with my last breath I unleash a massive grunt "Noooooo..." Which comes out of my mouth at the same time as my cum comes out of my hard cock…

Rob Hunter:
I squeeze your thick hard rod and all of a sudden your cock swells even more, pumps up and your cum vein starts pulsating. I know it's coming. The juice I was waiting for. And I'm sure not only me. The crowd erupts in OOOHHHHHHHHs as you shoot your load high up. Showing off your power once more and some of your hot cum lands on my arm. I throw my head back. It's kind of a relief. But I just slump down on top of you. The scissor that I locked around one of your legs instantly releases, my chin lols down to my chest and I close my eyes. My chest is heaving into yours, eventually I'm drooling a bit. And even though you are probably the toughest opponent that I had so far I can't feel a single glimpse of being in danger at this point. My emotions are numb. My thoughts are loud and silent at the same time. I don't know what will happen after this night. But one thing is sure...this won't be the end.

Mike WAR MACHINE:
Too exhausted, not having a straight mind anymore to realize what happened. My cock feels kind of paralyzed, or maybe it's just my nerves that are breaking down. I kind of realize I'm still bleeding and maybe that's why my head keeps getting lighter again. The crowd goes "Rob Hunter, Rob Hunter" all the time, and then I feel your body kind of falling on mine. Feels like a warm blanket, damn where is my mind going. And then I hear the crowd calling your name again.. In my head I whisper... "Rob Hunter... damn you will pay big for that..."

to be continued...

Published: 2022-10-02, viewed 234 times.