Brutal Brawls

John_Page: I have been so pissed off that after I won our last match by pinning tmack, he threw his pacifier out of his pram and tuned nasty, hitting my injured knee and fucking me.
The one thing I cannot stand is bad sportsmanship, so I decided to challenge him to a last man standing match with the winner counting the loser out to a ten count.

I have the backing of some of the guys back at the fed who want me to bring tmack down after some of his resent brutal win at all costs results.

tmack has agreed and so here I am back in the same dirty old basement ring where he left me, fucked and bloody at the end of our last match.
So here I am, 5'9" and 205 lbs dressed in white trunks, boots and knee pads. You are not logged in. waiting in the ring for tmack to arrive yt

tmack: I am wearing black trunks and black boots. John has challenged me to a Last Man Standing Match. I stand at 6' and weigh in at 181lbs. I walk out towards the ring. The lights go out in the room. It is pitch black. I know the room so I have no problem moving around. I get to the ring.
I climb to the top rope. I stand on the tope rope. The lights come back on. You turn around to see where I am at. I leap off the ropes. MISSILE DROPKICK to your face. Yt

John_Page: I see you arrive decked out in black trying to look like a heel. The lights go out “WTF” I cannot see a bloody thing. The lights come back on; I turn around as you jump off the top rope with a missile dropkick hitting me directly in the face. SMACK, I land on my back with a THUD blood pouring from my nose and I am seeing stars. Not sure if you are going to start a count or if I will be able to make it back to my feet if you do. My hands go up to my face to inspect the damage. I realise you are not counting and roll to the ropes shouting “YOU BASTARD TMACK” I use the rope to pull myself up. yt

tmack: Seeing the blood pouring from your nose as I make it to my feet. I have a smile on my face already. You use the rope to pull yourself up. I come up to your side as you are pulling yourself up. I grab your hair and place your throat over the top rope. Choking you and then my other hand I fish hook in your nose and pulling upwards. Yt

John_Page: “Fuck this is not the start I had planned” as you choke me on the ropes I start to get light headed then you fish hook my nose. I scream as you make the blood pour from my nose and down my chest. I desperately try to pry your hand away from my nose before you bleed me out. Having no luck prying you hand from my nose, I bring my elbow back under your ribs as hard as I can. yt

tmack: Choking you on the ropes and fish hook your nose. You screams makes my bulge tent in my black trunks. Fish hooking your nose makes the blood pour down your chest. "Bringing back some memories John?" Then I feel you trying to pry my hand away from your nose and when you did not have any luck. Then I feel your elbow nailing my ribs.... "FUCK" I screamed. I took my fingers from your nose and I release your neck as I back away from you. Rubbing my ribs. Yt

John_Page: I can tell instantly that my elbow hit the spot as I feel instant relief when you release my nose from your grip. I turn around to see you rubbing your ribs, I give you 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. kicks to the exact same stop. yt

tmack: OOOOFFF as you send a kick to my ribs, then another one and another one....ooooooffff a total of 4 kicks to my ribs. The pain leaves me holding my ribs. I try to back away from you..Yt

John_Page: I grab your right arm and send you across the ring for a posting, following up with a splash. I repeat this with the opposite corner. Place your right arm behind my neck grab your trunks and suplex you the middle of the ring yt

tmack: you grab my right arm and send me across the ring into the corner. My back hits the corner and you come in with a splash. You then send me to the opposite corner and do the same. Placing my right arm behind your neck and grabbing my trunks you suplex me to the middle of the ring .....OOOOOFFFFF my back hits the canvas. I grab for my back as I arch my back up in pain. yt

John_Page: I watch you arching your back while I try wiping some of the blood that continues to pour from my nose away. Walk around you and drop my arse on your face “YOU LIKED MY ARSE SO MUCH TMACK GET A CLOSE UP NOW MAN” I start to punch those ribs WHACK WHACK WHACK. yt

tmack: Trying to breath and all I can smell is your ass. You start punching my ribs. My feet are kicking. Since your ass is on my face.. I bite your ass HARD. Yt

John_Page: I am punching away at you ribs with my blood splattering on your chest when I SCREAM out loud as you bite my arse hard “FUCK” I jump up in shock rubbing my backside “you bitch tmack” I stomp your ribs one more time and return to my corner, grabbing my towel in an attempt to stop my nose bleed. yt

tmack: Your blood has splattering on my chest. You scream like the bitch you are. You jump up and rubbing your backside. You stomp one more time on my ribs. OOOOOOOOFFFF. You go to your corner to get your towel. This allows me some time to catch my breath. I make it to my feet. As you are attempting to stop your nose bleed. I came up behind you and drop to a knee and run my hand right between your legs and nail you hard on your bulge. Yt

John_Page: I should know not to take my eyes of you bitch. As I almost stop my nose bleeding you nail my rock hard cock and my balls dropping me to my knees facing my turnbuckle OUFFFFFFFFFFFF AHHHHHHHHHHH yt

tmack: You drop to your knees. You are facing your turnbuckle. I grab your hair and smash your head right into that turnbuckle not once, not twice but three times. I smile as I try to see what that did to your pretty face. Yt

John_Page: Not missing an opportunity you grab my hair and smash my face into my turnbuckle three times and undoing the work I had done to stop my nose bleed while giving me a contusion on my forehead. yt

tmack: Your nose started bleeding again. I grab your hair and bring your head back so that I can see. You have a contusion on your forehead. I lean over and begin sinking my teeth on that contusion. Yt

John_Page: I am disoriented from my head hitting the turnbuckle I feel you pull my head back and SCREAAAAAAAMMMMMM as you bite my sore forehead then blood starts running into my eyes. “YOU SICK FUCKER” I bring both hands up and I rake your eyes yt

tmack: You screaming is making my bulge tent in my black trunks. Leaking some pre cum and seeing that blood start running into your eyes makes me even more excited. Then you reach up with both hands and rake my eyes..... I scream in pain and release you as I grab for my eyes. I am blind and I try to feel my way to the ropes. Yt

John_Page: I grab my towel quickly wipe my face and see you staggering towards the ropes I move to your side grab your head in a side head lock run and bulldog you dead centre of the ring, I stand and decide to go for a count before you can damage me anymore ONE TWO I see your leg twitching THREE FOUR yt

tmack: I stagger towards the ropes. You move towards me and grab my head in a side headlock.. I feel you run and jump and bulldog me in the centre of the ring. My face hits the mat I grab my head and start rolling around. You go for the count as I am holding my face. I hear you begin the count, my leg twitching. You are up to the count of four. I start moving around and start making it to my feet. Yt

John_Page: FIVE and you get to your feet “FUCKER” I pass my right arm under your crotch and my left over your shoulder, lift you noticing how hard your cock is and how wet your trunks are. Turn you and slam you down then drop my left leg across your throat. yt

tmack: I was able to get to my feet at five and the match continues. You place your right arm under my crotch, your left over my shoulder. You notice my rock hard cock and my trunks wet; you turn me and slam me down. My back hits the mat. With no time to spare you drop your left leg across my throat. My body jerks. I am coughing. Trying to get some air to breathe in. Yt

John_Page: Seeing you in trouble I drop on your chest my knees on your shoulders, my blood dripping onto your face, I move my now huge and sweaty bulge onto your face pressing down hard trying to smother the fuck out of you. “GET A TASTE OF REAL MAN TMACK BREATHE IT IN DEEP SON” yt

tmack: You drop on my chest. Your knees on my shoulders. I cannot move my arms. Your blood is dripping on my face. You move your huge bulge on my face. You are pressing down hard trying to smother me. I move my head to a side trying to avoid your bulge.
I hear your comment. I begin squirming trying to get you off balance. I am kicking my boots on the mat. Continue to move my head from side to side Yt

John_Page: I grab the back of your head and the pull your face deep into my sweaty, stinking trunks “I SAID SMELL A REAL MAN YOU ARE NOT WRESTLING ONE OF THE NEW BOYS NOW TMACK”. Then I slam your head back to the canvas “that’s for Paul s and the way you treated that young lad.” I stand up and grab your hair pulling you up yt

tmack: You grab the back of my head and pull my face hard into your sweaty stinking trunks. "They smell" my moans are muffled. I heard your comment. Then you slam my head back on the canvas. I grab for my hair. I heard you say that was for Paul as I smile.
You stand up and grab my hair and begin pulling me up. I slap your hand away from my hair. Get behind you and wrap my hand around your head and place you in a sleeper hold. "Will you go to sleep like Paul did?". The blood is dripping off of your face and onto my arm. I have your blood on my face. Yt

John_Page: OH fuck no, I instantly feel the blood stop reaching to my brain and my head getting very light knowing I only have a seconds before you can put my lights out long enough to easily count to ten. I reach into your inner thighs and pinch the soft tissue as hard as hard as I possibly can. yt

tmack: You reach into my inner thighs and pinch the soft tissue as hard as I possible.. "FUCK YOU THAT HURTS" I scream. But instead of letting go I squeeze harder. The sleeper hold is tighter around your head. I whisper in your ear "Just like Paul, you are going to sleep and there nothing you can do about it." I am still behind you and we are standing. I start shaking your head around making you sleepier. Yt

John_Page: OHH NOOOOOOOO you don’t let go I am out of options, everything is going fuzzy. My cock is oozing so much pre-cum my white trunks look like I have pissed in them. Blood is streaming down my chest and I can hear you whispering in my ear about going to sleep like Paul. I realise I am letting all the guys down who are really want me to put you in your place tonight. You pull us to a standing position and shake my head everything is turning dark, and then I have an unintentional massive orgasm, filling my trunks with warm thick cum. With one last ditch attempt to save myself I force us backwards into the turnbuckle. I feel you release me and I fall face first to the canvas almost completely out. yt

tmack: I Keep the headlock tight around your head. I look down at your white trunks and they look like you have pissed in them. Blood is streaming down your chest. I know I have that sleeper tight. No way are you going to get out of it. Somehow you find a way. You force us back into the turnbuckle. My back is up against it. I had to release the headlock and your fall face first to the canvas. I begin my count 1....2.....3........4.....Yt

John_Page: FUCK I vaguely hear you counting 3…..4……I lift my head 5…. Get to my knees 6…. I am up at 7 shaking my head trying to clear it “OMG no wonder young Paul went out so deep, that sleeper is fatal”. I see you smiling in the corner I drop my shoulder and charge you in your sore ribs. yt

tmack: You made it back to your feet before the count of 7. You drop your shoulder and come charging in at my ribs...OOOOOFFF as I feel your shoulders knocking me back into the corner. I am bending over. Yt

John_Page: I tuck your head between my legs reach around your waist pull you all the way up until your legs go over my shoulders and your arse is in my face. I take two steps back (the manly musty smell of your trunks goes straight to my brain and makes my cock respond again) I launch forward and power bomb you onto the turnbuckle, the back of your head hitting the top of the turnbuckle making a sicking thud. yt

tmack: Feeling you tucking my head between your legs and you reach around my waist and pull me up. My legs go over your shoulders. Your blood is dripping on me. I feel you taking a couple of steps back.
I can feel your cock responding to you smelling the manly musty smell of my trunks. I am trying to struggle free. Feel you launching forward and power bomb me into the turnbuckle. My head hits the top. I slid down on the mat holding on the back of my head and letting out a loud SCREAM. Yt

John_Page: I roll you out of the ring. You land hard on the concrete flood THUD. I grab a chair “Time to see you bleed arsehole” I crack the chair onto your forehead once twice three times, stand back laughing “YES YOUR FOREHEAD IS BLEEDING LIKE FUCKING STUCK PIG. yt

tmack: I feel you rolling me out of the ring and I fall on the concrete floor. I am still holding my head. I heard you say time for me to bleed. Then I feel you smashing a chair on my forehead three times. Each time my body jerk and I scream in pain. After the third time I feel my forehead and it is bleeding Yt

John_Page: I pull you up, look into your eyes “I told you tmack, I was going to fuck you up tonight not just for myself but for all the guys that you have been destroying and going way over the top with” I kiss your bloody forehead, tasting your blood and slam it into the ring apron. yt

tmack: Feel you picking me up. I heard you saying something about fucking me up for all the guys and then I feel you kissing my bloody forehead. I smile as you kiss my forehead but then you slam my forehead into the ring apron. Blood is flying. My head bounce off the apron as I stumble back holding my forehead. Yt

John_Page: Happy with your new bloody look I push against the metal you ring post, PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH into you ribs step back several paces and aim a drop kick at your chest yt

tmack: Taking more punches to my sore ribs. See you step back some and aim a drop kick to my chest. I move to the side. Watching as your drop kick connect with the ring post. Yt

John_Page: OHHHH FUCKKKKK I see you move to the left but far too late for me to pull up. Both my feet hit the solid metal I scream with jolt of pain that travels up the nerves in my legs and I fall hard onto the floor. yt

tmack: Your feet hit the metal pole and you scream. You fall hard onto the floor.. I stagger towards your legs as blood is dripping from my forehead. I pull you over to the steel steeps. I line you up. I lift your legs and spread them and pull you right into the steel steps. Yt

John_Page: Moaning in pain while you take my legs and pull me across the floor lift my legs you spread them before pulling my into the ring steps My balls pressed hard against the metal. I see an evil grin on your face “NO TMACK DON’T MAN FUCK PLEASE” yt

tmack: Hearing you begging, makes my bulge grow. My blood dripping is from my forehead. "You think that was bad" I grab your legs and drag you up one of the step as I am on the third step. I lift both legs up and slam them down on the steel steps. Yt

John_Page: My cock and balls forced into the ring stets is bad enough I notice the huge tent in your black trunks as I beg you not to slam my legs against the metal steps. You pull me up the first step and SLAM both my legs down on the cold metal NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK I grab my legs screaming in pain seeing you grinning while rubbing your bulge. yt

tmack: Rubbing my bulge and am grinning. I look back and see the corner post. I look at your legs and down at the steps and then back at the corner post. Thinking to myself “How else will he get into the ring”. I then start to lift your legs again. Yt

John_Page: I see you looking up into the ring Still rubbing your ever growing tent. “OH SHIT NO OH FUCK NO PLEASE” I think you are going to pull me up the ring steps. I will not be able to protect my head “NO NO PLEASE” I try pulling my legs out of your grip yt

tmack: I smile at you as you figure out what I was about to do. I feel you trying to pull your legs out of my grip. I know fear has set in for you. I could hear it and I can feel it as you were pulling hard.
I made sure my grip is tight. I am watching that fear grow. I then let go of your legs. I STOMP on your bulge. Then I lean over and grab your hair and pull you up. I grab your stain White trunks from the back and toss you into the ring. I slide under the ropes to get into the ring after you. Yt

John_Page: For the first time in the match I actually get a feeling of real fear of what this sicko is capable of. You smile as if you could read my fear and stomp down on my cock and balls. I SCREAM in pain. Then you grab me by my hair and the back of my trunks pulling me up and tossing me unceremoniously through the ropes. I roll around the ring holding my legs. yt

tmack: Your screaming makes my bulge leak cum in my black trunks. You roll around the ring holding your legs. I grab you by your hair and pull you to your feet. I bend you over. I place your head between my legs. I grab your arms in a double under hook. Blood is dripping on your back. I have you in a Pedigree. Then I drop to my knees driving you to the mat. I stand up and start my count. 1....2.....3.....4...... 5....6 Yt

John_Page: I can feel this match slipping away and as you grab me by the hair and shove my head between your highs. Even though I am in danger the heat from your legs against my head makes my cock throb. You hook my arms. I am looking directly at a pool of blood forming under my face. You drop to your knees with a pedigree driving my face into the pool of blood. I hear you start to count 1…2…3… and I think of all the guys who were hoping to see me beat you 4…5…I am running out of time 6… I pull myself to my knees 7…. 8… on one foot 9… and I am up stumbling around yt

tmack: I could not believe it! What is it going to take to win this match? You got up and stumbling around at the count of 9. "Boy you should have stayed down. You know you don't have what it takes to beat me." I walk up to you and grab your hair. "You got lucky when you got that first win over me. Boy when this is over, you will be shiny my boots for a long time." I slap your face a couple of times." It's time for you to face reality. You have let all of those other wrestlers down. They were counting on you and you are going to FAIL". I smile "Time to put you away BITCH". I run back towards the rope and rebound I come running back towards you. Yt

John_Page: I am disorientated you tell me I should have stayed down. You grab my hair look at me telling me my first win against you was pure luck, you slap my face telling me that I have let all the guys back at the Fed down, that they were counting on me and I failed them. You give me demonic smile saying it’s time to put me away. I get this tremendous feeling of hatred towards you as you run to the ropes and come hurtling towards me. I find the strength to jump up and hit you with dropkick that catches you perfectly on the jaw. I see you drop like a stone. yt

tmack: Knowing I had this one in the bag. I run towards the ropes and rebound. My blood is dripping from my forehead. My bulge is tenting. How my are black trunks is containing it?....as I rebound I come running towards you and I see you jump up with your feet pointing at me. I try to stop but the momentum from bouncing off the ropes continues and you nail me right on my jaw with that drop kick. I drop to the mat on my back and I am rubbing my jaw Yt

John_Page: I lean down and grab your hair I turn your face to me and look you in the eyes “You thought you had me punk well you were wrong and now you can say goodnight” I spit in your face stick your head between my knees and hoist you up getting another smell of your hot arse and shooting some more pre into my now transparent white trunks. I drop back driving your head into the canvas with a piledrive. “Take that bitch” I stand and count 1..2..3..4..5.. yt

tmack: I feel you bending down and grabbing my hair and bringing me up. You turn me to where I am facing you. I hear what you had to say and then you spit in my face. You stick my head between your knees. I try to struggle but it does no good.. You lift me up and you drop back down, driving my head into the canvas with a piledrive. I am spread eagle on the canvas. I hear you saying take that bitch. You are making your count and I rub my head. Your count is up to 5 and I am still laying there. YT

John_Page: You are still down I count 6… “you are fucking done tmack” yt

tmack: I hear you count 6. I hear you telling me that I am fucking done. I start moving around. I grab my head and rubbing it. The pain hurts. I make it to my knees. My bulge is leaking pre cum in my black trunks. There probably is a wet spot but since its black trunks...might not be able to see it. I hear you count 7 and can hear the excitement in your voice.

tmack: I struggle but I finally make it to my feet. I stumble around after that piledriver. Shaking my head and slinging blood around. Yt

John_Page: I count to 7… and you are up “WHAT FUCK” I grab you around you waist and turn you upside down position your face between my thighs and rub my cum filled pouch in your face while I suck some of your sweet tasting pre from your black trunks. I do not just drop to my knees; no I need to end this now. I jump first then drop to my knees driving your head and neck into the ring floor with a jumping tombstone piledriver. “GOOD NIGHT TMACK” I stand watching you twitch I start a slow count ONE TWO THREE yt

tmack: I get up and you could not believe it. You grab me around the waist and turn me upside down again and position my face between your thighs. I struggle trying to get out of this. "NOOOO” You rub your cum filled pouch in my face. Knowing that if you go through with this piledriver...could end the match. Blood is dripping from my forehead. I felt you sucking on my black trunks. You hold me there for a bit. I try struggling around to break this hold but you jump up and then drop to your knees. My head is planted on the canvas. I am spread eagle on the mat. My body is twitching. You begin to make your count. I can barely hear it. You have confident in your voice. The pain is really hard to handle. Yt

John_Page: I am watching you spread eagled. I can feel myself on the verge of cuming again “ARE YOU DEAD TMACK?” my count goes to FOUR then FIVE then SIX I hold my orgasm wanting to cum as I win then SEVEN . yt

tmack: A second pile driver.. I am laying spread eagle on the mat. Not moving. Hearing you count up to 7 now. My eyes are closed. I know I have to dig deep inside of me if I want to get a win. I trying to move but it is taking a lot of strength. Yt

John_Page: OH MAN my hand inside my trunks stroking my cock watching you with your eyes closed “YOU HAD THAT COMING MAN. NOBODY GETS UP FROM MY JUMPING TOMBSTONE”. Feel my sperm leave my balls my cock throbs *EIGHT* “OH MAN YOUR ARSE IS MINE” yt

tmack: I am digging deep inside of me to find the strength to get up. My eyes open and I start moving around slowly. I get to my knees. I have to make it to my feet. I look at you with your hands inside your white trunks and stroking your cocktail. I reach into my trunks as I start to balance myself to make it to my feet. Yt

John_Page:.I do not believe you are opening your eyes and moving to get up. I shout *NINE* FUCK “I cannot hold my orgasm any longer” I shake and MMMMMMMMMMMMMM FUCKKKKKKKK I shoot so powerfully my cum shoots through the wet material of my trunks. yt

tmack: I am struggling to make it to my feet. You are at 9 and having an orgasm. Shooting cum through your white wet trunks. I make it to my feet. I am stumbling around.
I finally getting my footing stable...I think. I move towards the ropes to check my balance. I lean on the ropes with my back against the ropes. I am watching you, shaking my head. Yt

John_Page: OHHHHHHHHHH MANNNNNNNNNNN I have one of the most violet orgasms of my life leaving me shattered. I open my eyes to see you up “WHAT THE FUCK, NO ONE HAS EVER GOT UP FROM THAT BEFORE”. I see red with rage. “YOU WILL WISH YOU STAYED DOWN YOU WANKER”. I climb out the ring and grab a chair, slamming it on the ring apron I throw it into the ring. “Let’s see if you get up from the next one you arsehole”. Knowing you are in a bad way I go get my towel and wipe some blood from my face and clean up my trunks a little before I climb through the ropes to finish you off. yt

tmack: I am hearing what you said about no one get up from that move. I am still leaning on the ropes with my hand in my trunks. I watching you as I can tell you are in a rage. You slide out of the ring and I see you grabbing a chair. You slam that chair on the apron and then throw it in the ring. As you have not yet entered the ring, I pull my hand out of my trunks and put my hand to my side. Using this time to make sure I am stable enough. Need to attack but taking a little time to gather my senses. Yt

John_Page: I see you standing over near you corner looking in big trouble. I pick up the chair, hold it above my head and walk over towards you “HEY TMACK I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU”. yt

tmack: See you in the ring now. You pick up the chair and come towards me. I am bracing myself and I see you raise the chair up.
I hear you telling at me that you have something for me. I smile and I raise my hand up that was inside my trunk. "I have something for you BITCH!" I toss white powder into your eyes. I move off of the ropes just in case you were able to swing the chair. Yt

John_Page: Just about to bring the chair down on your head and “SSSSHHHHHIIIIITTTTTTTT” You throw white powder in my face, as it hits my eyes they sting like fuck and it instantly blinds me. I drop the chair, SCREAM LIKE FUCK, staggering around desperately trying to rub this shit out of my eyes. The more I rub the worse it gets. yt

tmack: The powder hits your eyes. I can tell cause of your scream. You drop the chair and begin staggering around. You keep on rubbing your eyes and I have an evil grin on my face. I know rubbing your eyes just make it burn more.
Blood is still flowing down from my forehead. I reach in my red trunks and pull out a rag. This rag has chloroform on it. I grab your head and snap mare you to the mat. You are in a sitting position. I place my arm under your chin to control you.
I then place the rag of chloroform over your nose and mouth. Making sure you have to breathe it in. Yt

John_Page: Trying to get this shit out my eyes, the burning sensation is making me SCREAM and I can’t see anything. As I rub my eyes the powder is mixing with the blood from my forehead and forming a paste that is more difficult to clear. I feel you grab my head and snap mare me to the canvas. You place me in a seated position and then I feel you place something over my mouth and nose. It has a flowery sweet alcohol smell and instantly my mind tells me not to breathe it in I desperately try grabbing your hands trying to pull them away from my face. I have no option but to breathe the substance in and immediately feel disoriented I thrash around as I am quickly losing consciousness my hands are still prying at your claw like hold as you clamp the rag over my mouth and nose but my efforts are getting weaker. yt

tmack: Feeling you grabbing my hand and trying to pull the rag off of your mouth and nose. I could tell when you took a breath because you started thrashing around. I whisper in your ear “you got too excited way to soon"
You are still trying to pull my hand away from your mouth. I can tell you are getting weaker. I lay you down on your back. I made sure the rag is still tight around your mouth and nose. I stand up and place my arse right on your face. My arse is sealing that rag on your face. I rub my arse on your face. Yt

John_Page: I am losing all my strength as my muscle go into complete relaxation. I feel you lower me to the canvas and seal the rag over my nose and mouth with the weight of your arse as you sit on my face. I am forced you breathe only the obnoxious chemical and the smell of your arse. My cock spews out another load of cum into my trunks and then instantly deflates. The frantic kicking of my legs slows down as paralysis sets in and then all my movements ceases as I slip into a deep state of unconsciousness. yt

tmack: You breathing in the chloroform and my ass. I can tell they you are putting you out. I look back at your wet and blood strain trunks and watch your cock deflates. Watching the kicking of your legs slow down. I know the chloroforms' is working.
I am smiling. Knowing that you were so excited just moments ago and now look at you. You are not moving at all. I sit on your face and start to count. 1....2....I rub my ass on your face some more just to humiliates you some 3....4......I stand up but keep the rag on your face. The rag is bloody. Your face is bleeding again. I laugh as I say "John must been on the rag" 5......6.....Yt

John_Page: I breathe in the fumes of the chloroform and your arse and I drift off deeper and deeper I start to dream about beating you and making you my bitch. I do not hear you counting me. I do not feel you removing your arse from my face. But you leave that bloody and chemical soaked rag on my face for added insurance that you could count to 100 and I would not wake you. As I continue to breathe in the anaesthetic every muscle in my body goes into a deep state of relaxation including my bladder and I involuntarily piss myself. yt

tmack: 7......8.....9......10......I walk over there and I realise that you have pissed yourself. I reach up and remove the rag from your face and your nose. I toss the rag out of the ring. I lean over and touch what was white trunks now....wet and pissed on and blood strain trunks and rip them off you. I roll you over on your stomach. I go over to my corner knowing that you will not wake up for a bit. I grab a towel and wipe the blood from my forehead. I took my black trunks off in the corner. "Sleeping like a baby"
I grab another towel and bring it with me. I place the towel on your piss legs. I sit my ass on that towel. I reach up and grab your hair and pull your head back. I slap your face must have been 7 times to see if I can get you awake. Yt

John_Page: I vaguely feel you slapping my face and feel you sitting on my legs. I open my eyes and slowly as my vision clears I see your smug face looking at me. I have a massive headache. I say the most stupid thing “WHAT HAPPENED DID I WIN?” yt

tmack: You finally start coming to very slowly. I thrust my 8 inch into your hole and it push up to your prostrate. I hear you ask if you won. "Bitch Boy you lost" I am enjoy this screw job better than the last time. Since you were so so sure you were going to win and now look at you. Yt

John_Page: FUCK your cock thrusts into my unprepared arse I YELP You tell me I lost and call me bitch boy. My heart sinks at the realisation that I have lost to my archenemy and have let all the guys at the UKTT down. I begin sobbing with real tears washing out the remainder of the stinging white powder. Your pounding of my prostate forces my cock to grow again and start to throb. I feel the lowest that I have ever felt in my life as you make my your bitch again yt

tmack: I smile as you figure out how to get that white powder out of your eyes. I reach down and grab your already growing bulge and start stroking it. I start to pull my bulge out back thrust it back in and pushing up against your prostate and leaking cum. Yt

John_Page: I am helpless and sobbing and as you thrust your cock in and out of my arse while controlling my own cock. You have beaten my body taken my blood, my cum and my piss. You have got into my head and made me feel like an inferior sub jobber, and now you are going to implant you alpha seed deep into me and officially prove you have beaten me physically, mentally and sexually. I cry uncontrollably a broken wrestler who will have no confidence and will probably lose to every jobber in the Fed for weeks to come yt

tmack: Hearing you cry uncontrollably....I laugh out loud. You are helpless. I thrust my cock in and out of your ass. I push up against your prostate. I am cuming inside of you as I stroke your cock faster and faster. "How does it feel John, letting all those wrestlers down?" Still cuming inside of you. Getting closer and closer to exploding. Yt

John_Page: I feel your cock owning me, my eyes give it away the fact that I am beginning to accept and enjoy your alpha status. I moan with both pleasure and pain as your seed floods my inner cavity sealing your total victory over me.

tmack: Hearing you moaning just makes me cum more. Stroking your cock and I pull my out and thrust it back..... explode rope and rope inside of you. Yt

John_Page: I feel your warm comforting seed just keep cuming and cuming until my arse can take no more and it runs out and down my inner thigh. I feel my cock about to explode again but I doubt I have any cum left to ejaculate. yt

tmack: I stop stroking your cock. I pull my cock out of your hole. I let it cum on your back and your ass cheeks. I stand up and look down at you. I smile as I walk towards the front of you. Yt

John_Page: You stop stroking my cock and it flops to the side and throbs a little watery cum seeps from its tip. You finish cuming on my arse cheeks. Stand and look down at my beaten battered body and smile. Walking towards me I have a look of fear on my face. yt

tmack: I see the look of fear on your face. I grab your hair and pull you up into a sitting position. You ass is sitting on the mat. You still are still bleeding. I walk behind you. I wrap my arms around your head. I have you in a sleeper hold. Yt

John_Page: Grabbing my hair again you pull me to seated position and wrap your arms around my neck and head. I know you are going to put me back to sleep and I panic but know I do not have the strength to prevent you from doing it. yt

tmack: I feel you start to panic. I tighten the hold. I look down at your hard bulge. "Good night John BOY" Yt

John_Page: I feel you tighten your sleeper. My arms instinctively move up, ineffectively pawing at you biceps before falling uselessly to my sides as my head goes light and dizzy, my eyes roll back and I am aware of you starting to shake my head. yt

tmack: Feeling your arm move up and pawing at my biceps. I flex my biceps as your arms fall uselessly to your side. I look and can tell that your eyes are rolling back into your head. I whisper in your ear. "

tmack: "I am making a statement. I own your ass now" I lay you down on the mat. I release the sleeper and kiss your lips. Yt

John_Page: As my eyes roll back I hear you whisper "I am making a statement. I own your ass now" I am in a state between sleep and consciousness as you lay me down and kiss my lips. Even in my sleepy state my cock responds again and I weakly kiss you back realising I no longer hate you. yt

tmack: I see your cock responds to my kiss. I smile as you weakly kiss me back. I stand up knowing that I beat you physically and mentally. I start to walk away. yt

John_Page: I watch you turn and walk away and realise you spared me from being put fully back to sleep. I drift off to sleep anyway in the ring for several hours and when I wake up the place is in darkness and I have been covered up by a blanket and pillow has been placed under my head. I realised that only you could have done that for me and I know our feud is well and truly over. END

Published: 2021-07-29, viewed 142 times.