Classic Pro Wrestling

CPW TOURNAMENT MATCH SEMI-FINAL

Tonight’s Semi-final of the CPW Tournament to Crown the First Champion is the main event on the card and is a classic pro wrestling match with ONE FALL to decide the winner.

Jay_Jones: I have done well to get this far as many did not think I would get past the first round after being drawn against BigPoppa. I however beat him but he was so enraged that he attacked me post-match and totally fucked up my neck. I then got drawn against my own brother in round two who unfortunately also target my neck, not that I blame him for that. In truth I should not be wrestling for a few more weeks but winning this title means so much to me that I am ignoring medical advice and facing ‘the Apollo KID’ tonight.

Jay_Jones: Before arriving at the arena, I visit the private clinic that has been looking after me and I receive a corticosteroid injection and some strong pain killers. I have now changed into my black squares with matching boots and black kick pads. I am sitting on the bench, trying to relax while the preliminary matches are taking place. Thinking about my opponent who I have wanted to wrestle for a while now, knowing he is a damn good pro wrestler who tends not to break the rules I also know he has a 2’’ height and a 32 lbs weight advantage over me, so I am feeling a little anxious but he is in the locker room next door and I feel sure he is having the same feeling.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: I "won" a brutal match against Maniac Mike after his disqualification, and now it's on to face Jay Jones, a very experienced wrestler who's rumoured to be still be injured from his match against Big Poppa. "That's his business," I tell myself. Still... it feels weird. I focus on the match, pulling on my trademark white trunks with "Apollo" in gold letters wrapping my bubble ass... white pads, white boots with black trim, white and gold ring jacket. I check myself out in the mirror and flash a grin at myself... gotta impress the fans or the promoters will dump me fast... I do a few quick push ups against the locker room wall, my bubble ass looking great... and wait for my opponent to take his entrance.

Jay_Jones: I slip on my ring waist coat as I hear my music.

Jay_Jones: I head out into the arena greeting my fans as I go

Announcer: “Please welcome our first wrestler from London England weighing in at 200 lbs and standing at 6’0’’ Jay ‘BOY’ Jones.

Jay_Jones: I jump up onto the apron and step through the ropes, shake hands with the referee and head to my corner where I stretch and wait for your entrance.

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Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: I hear the fans' reaction and then my music hits

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: Booming, thumping through the small arena

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: I head out, walking confidently across the worn wooden floor, high fives and fist bumps for fans near the aisle, flashing big my handsome grin, then eyes focused on the brightly lit ring and the hot, muscled opponent eying me as I bound up the ring steps, pause, wipe boots on the apron, my gold and white ring jacket glittering wildly as it catches the ring lights... push up on the top rope and step in, pumping a fist for the fans

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: I slip off my ring jacket, drawing howls and wolf whistles for my smooth, thickly muscled upper bod on full display, shoulders glinting under the ring lights

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: I do a quick stretch on the ropes in my corner and then step up as the ref calls us in, hands on hips, eyes on yours as the ref does his pat downs and goes over the rules...

Jay_Jones: I watch you enter the arena noticing right away your height and weight advantage but I have wrestled and beaten much bigger guys than you. I push my back against the turnbuckle as I flex my chest as you step through the ropes and pump your fist. I watch you take off your ring jacket and I am stunned at the shape of your upper body, feeling glad that I chose my black trunks tonight. The ref calls us to the centre, I frow my waistcoat down in my corner and walk out to meet you. I stare you down as the ref pats us down and I listen to his instructions, as he finishes I show you respect and sportsmanship by offering you my hand.

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Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: I step up, lifting my big arms and raising my boots one at a time as the ref pats me down... getting hard in my packed white trunks from being up close to your muscled bod... I grin and shake your hand, step back, stretching on the ropes, all business

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: The bell rings and I bounce, and circle out, trailing a hand along the top rope before closing in on you, arms up, chin tucked, ready to tie up.

Jay_Jones: A good strong but friendly enough handshake and then we stand back as the bell rings. Formalities over it is just you and me now, one of us will be in the final and the other will wait his turn for a shot at that title. I give my neck a last test roll and all seems ok. Looking at your size I am not sure I want to lock up with you but I go for it, a classic collar and elbow as I try to push you back against the ropes.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: We tie up, my hands smacking your skin, fingers digging your thick muscle, my wide back arched, size 10 white and black trim boots digging the canvas... your strength impressive, but my weight and heigh advantage allows me to drive you back a few steps... I stop driving and jerk you into a tight side headlock, cinching up on it, my cep peaking against your temple... I hip toss you to the mat high and hard, bridging back, boots planted wide, my torso sideways on yours, cinching up on the side headlock...

Jay_Jones: You quickly show me your strength advantage a drive me back before transferring to a side headlock which you clinch in tight and hip tossing me you my back, I grunt and try to arch my back but you land on top of me and maintain your side headlock. My face in your pit which is already sweaty and smelling great but I need to do something fast and I reach up trying to avoid your eyes for now but letting you know I am prepared to do whatever it takes I try to dig my fingers into your nose.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: AAAGH! I jerk my head sideways to avoid your fingers in my nose.... and CRANK up on the side headlock, dragging us up to one knee... cinch up on it...

Jay_Jones: You avoid my fingers and tighten up your headlock as you get to your knee as you clinch it up, I push up to my knees and push my head down into your clinch which changes your grip slightly and then I pull my head backwards which burns my ears a little but should be enough to free myself out and also piss you off a little.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: I roll up to my boots and turn to face you, adjusting my tenting trunks some and circle you... mentally noting the ease with which you slipped out of the hold... I close in... TIE UP again.... and once more jerk you into the side headlock, your face against my pec and cep...torquing your head and neck...

Jay_Jones: Feeling relieved that I got out of that tight headlock I am shocked and annoyed with myself when you put me straight back into the same hold, my face against your sweaty chest, my cock now throbbing and worst of all I feel my neck starting to twinge and I feel sure that you are targeting my neck. Well fuck this I slide my hand around your waist and take a tight grip of your trunks my other hand on your lower back, I lift you up and try to drop you onto your back with a suplex.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: SLAM to my back in a hard suplex.... cradling my head and neck, bucking and kicking... and roll out to one knee, a hand reaching over and massaging the back of my neck....

Jay_Jones: I want to kip-up but decide not to risk it and I make my way to my feet quickly. I see you getting to your knee with your hand reaching for your back. I try to give you a hard kick to that back, let’ see if I can start my own series of weakeners.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: FUCK! Head snaps back and I arch my back, rolling away from you, hauling myself up on the side ropes, turning glaring at you... pausing... eventually circling...

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: Close in on you... about to tie up, quick go-behind and slip on a full nelson, my hard dick against your perfect ass through our trunks, bearing down on the back of your head and neck... teeth flashing...

Jay_Jones: I am all ready to give you a second kick as you arch your back in what looks like some pain but you manage to roll away from me and use the ropes to haul yourself up quicker than I would have hopes. You appear a little pissed and start to circle again. I go to lock up but you quickly slip behind me and slip your arms under my pits before you lock your fingers behind my neck. I can feel your what must be at least an 8’’ hard cock pressing the material of my trunks between my cheeks. I then groan loudly as you put pressure on the back of my neck. For the first time in the match, I realise that my neck is nowhere near 100%. I start to sweat as the referee comes around and asks for my submission, I GRUNT “NO REF” as I try to force my arms down in an attempt to break your grip.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: I bear down on the full nelson, while noting your strength... your ass feeling amazing... that sweaty muscular back against me making my hard-on worse... I stomp a boot to the mat to increase the pressure... not expecting a submission, but wanting to weaken you fast... you're too quick and powerful...

Jay_Jones: I feel my neck creaking and grinding, the corticosteroid injection and pain killers are not even masking the pain. My fans are getting quiet as though they sense that something is wrong. You stomp your foot on the canvas to increase the pressure and I YELL out loudly then desperately stamp my own heel down on your toes just as hard as I can.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: SHOUT and break the hold, a raging hard-on obvious in my trunks... wincing badly as I back away, shaking out that boot... "fuck".

Jay_Jones: You release me and I grab my neck, rubbing it, as if it will help when the strongest painkillers allowed in the sport are not touching it. I am pissed off, turn around and while you are shaking your foot I bring my head back and then forwards as try to deliver one of my dreaded headbutts.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: CRASH backward to my ass and fall early sideways, a hand on the mat propping me up, shaking my head... stunned by the blow! crowd gasps

Jay_Jones: The blow hurts my own head and does not do my neck much good either but the point is you are down and in the most trouble that you have been in all match. I grab your head and pull you up a little and give you a second this time a Grounded Headbutt which I hope will really stun you.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: ROCKED as your head drills mine, my head snapping sideways and back, sweat flying... I crash to my back, cradling my head in big arms, abs heaving, pits exposed, boots slowly drumming the canvas...

Jay_Jones: With you now on your back, not only showing me your pits but a huge tent in your white trunks, I can see I have a chance to dictate the match now. I jump up and try to deliver a knee drop to your chest.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: JACKKNIFE up, fall back, clutching my pecs, rocking back and forth on the mat, boots kicking furiously at the canvas, face twisted up in pain... suddenly in BIG trouble...

Jay_Jones: My knee drop hits perfectly and now you are in trouble. I grab your head and pull you up, sticking your head under my pit and secure it. I give your pecs a rub while you breathe in my pit stink and then I drive the back of your head into the canvas with a Reverse DDT and quickly head to the turnbuckle.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: BOOOM! Crowd gasps and the ring shakes as you SMOKE the back of my head into the canvas... cradling my head in big arms and boots drumming the canvas again... the ring lights blurry above me...

Jay_Jones: Time to put you away and one last headbutt should do it. I can see you are going nowhere fast. I climb to the top turnbuckle and turn to face you. I can see you kicking your feet I draw my thumb across my throat and get my fans cheering. The referee is telling me to get on with it and I dive off of the turnbuckle aiming my head for your chest with a Diving Headbutt.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: I see your shadow coming at me as your body sails off that top turnbuckle and instinct finally kicks in.... I ROLL OUT! And keep rolling to the ropes, slowly pulling myself up to a knee, my head still cradled in one arm... wincing... a sheen of sweat... abs heaving.

Jay_Jones: Just as I am about to land a devastating headbutt on your chest you move and I do not even have time to panic. THUD I headbutt the ring floor and my SCREAMS echo around the arena not from my head hitting the canvas as I have the second hardest head in the business but because my neck has just given way again and the pain is horrendous. I lay still for a second wondering if I should inform the referee that I cannot continue as it is clear that something has happened but fuck this, I have come this far and you must still be in trouble. The referee is checking on me, I get to my knees telling the referee that I can continue and I push him away.

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Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: I turn and move in on you, pulling your head under my pit, and reaching over and grabbing the back of your opposite leg, pulling up and spinning us... brutal SPINNING NECKBREAKER! BOOOM!

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: I hear a few scattered boos... but it's a tough sport and a legal move... I slide onto you, my sweaty pecs on yours, and cover you, hooking your big leg as the ref drops and slaps

ONE!

TWO!

Jay_Jones: You easily grab me and tuck my head under your pit, you grab my leg I feel you swing us and then CRACK my neck hits the canvas and just like before my arms go numb and useless the pain is sending me into a state of semiconsciousness where I cannot move but I can still feel the terrible pain. Your chest on mine and you needlessly hook my leg the referee counts THREE! and I do not move an inch.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan: I slide off you onto the heels of my boots, gently slapping your thick pecs, the ref hoisting one arm as my abs heave and sweat rolls down the sides of my neck and through my pec valley... I get to my feet slowly... met with boos as well as cheers... win #2 but barely.... came within an inch of a loss, and everyone knows you weren't at 100% for this match... As I head to round 3 of the tournament, the commentators are saying that with this close win, and my previous win by DQ, I've got a LOT to prove...

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Published: 2023-01-14, viewed 88 times.