Classic Pro Wrestling

Gentleman_Jack: I agree to meet up with this big beast of a man, Maniac Mike Miller, while on a string of shows in Southern California. He said he knows of a ring, so I make my way to the address... only to find it's right out on the beach. I strip down to my blue trunks and black boots, slap on some SPF a million, and make my way up to the ring, waiting for the local to make his big entrance.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Make my way to the ring. High fiving a few locals who happen to be in the area and see a match taking place. Climb in. Black squarecut trunks with MMM on the thighs in red. Black kneepads, wrist tape, and pro boots. Looking you over....."good lord.....you're blinding me out here......Dracula c gonna fry in the sun!" Crowd laughs as I stretch on the ropes. 6' 280lbs of tanned California muscle.

Gentleman_Jack: "I came prepared," I say, pulling out the tube of sunscreen as the crowd laughs. I squeeze some out into my palms, rub it on my arms, then hit a double bicep flex, muscles shiny.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: "Step out.....want to flex huh?????" 💪 pop a single bicep then the other....then flex into a crab pose....."welcome to the gun show lad!" You are not logged in. You are not logged in.

Gentleman_Jack: As you're posing I rush in, lifting my boot and slamming kicks into your midsection, your legs, your arms, anywhere that I can. They start ringing the bell after my attack to signal the start of the match as I get things going underhanded.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Unnnnghhh...uggggg....staggering back from the kicks. Backed up against the ropes. Byou slow down enough to grab your head by the hair. Slam mine into it with a big headbutt to get you off of me.

Gentleman_Jack: You grab my hair and slam me with a big headbutt. I'm stunned and stagger for a moment... but I'm the headbutt expert, my friend. I lay my hands on your tan shoulders and reach up, headbutting you right back.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Eyes roll a moment as I stagger.....fuck! What a hard head! Step forward...grabbing that head. Pulling it into a big side headlock. Grinding it tight.

Gentleman_Jack: You grab my aching head and lock on a side headlock ,grinding it, your muscles crushing my head even more. I reach down and grab your big meaty thigh, lifting it up, trying to throw you off balance.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Feel you wrap my thigh. Crowd laughs....as I squat...blocking the left. Outsizing the little pale man.

Gentleman_Jack: I place my hand on your back, starting to slam punches aimed for your kidneys. Then I reach up and rake my hand down your back.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Body jerking with each shot. Finally break the hold. Staggering forward...arching my back in pain.

Gentleman_Jack: With your back to me I leap up and slam both boots into your lower back, sending you flying forward as I roll down to the mats.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: The impact sends me flying over the ropes and out to the wooden pier the ring sets on. Roll...slowly getting up. Pissed. Watching you in the ring. Crowd applauding your smart move!

Gentleman_Jack: I manage to kick you with enough force to send you over the top ropes and out to the wooden pier. I stand in the center of the ring, doing a little dance and bowing for the crowd, whom I've gotten on my side over the local daddy beefcake. You are not logged in.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Slowly back up on the apron and into the ring. Watching you more cautiously this time. As you step out. Adjust my trunks and circle for the lockup.

Gentleman_Jack: I notice you adjust your trunks and reach down and do the same, adjusting my cock subtly, sending a signal only fellow wrestlers can notice or understand. I raise my hands for a lockup but quickly kick forward, slamming a boot into your thigh.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: You kick my leg and it goes out from under me. Dropping to a knee as you avoid the lock up. Slam a fist low into those abs.

Gentleman_Jack: OOOF! The punch goes deep into my abs, your superior strength winding me. I hunch down but spear your shoulder with my elbow

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Stand as you land the elbow. Driving me back to a knee. Pissed as you step back. Push up into a football stance and just explode forward. Rushing at you hard and fast with a massive clothesline! Bammmmm!

Gentleman_Jack: My precision attacks have been working until you're able to use your brute power. You rush hard at me and slam into me with a clothesline. I'm taken off my feet and slam backward so hard my legs almost go over my head as I hit the mat.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Slap my pecs and roar as I strut around you. My fans cheering for me again. Turn to you and stomp those abs hard!

Gentleman_Jack: Awww! The big boot slams into my rock hard abs and my body jackknifes up in pain.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Reach down. Grabbing your red hair. Dragging you up to your feet. Tossing you hard to the corner.

Gentleman_Jack: You pull me up by my hair and force me into the corner, back slamming into it, breathing heavy as I try to focus

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Step to you. Slamming a hand to those pasty white pecs with my trademark chop! A sickening thwack sound echoes. Then a second and third chop!

Gentleman_Jack: My chest already slick with sweat—not to mention all that sunscreen—and your hand chops it hard, sending drops flying. I go to cover my chest but you pull me back, landing a second and third brutal chop. My pecs with hand prints and bruises forming quickly as I collapse into the corner, trying to cover my chest as the crowd groans in pain with me.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Grab your hair. Pulling you from the corner....against my body as I wrap my arms around your waist. Squat and pop my hips as I lift and toss you over my body as I fall backwards with a big belly to belly suplex!!

Gentleman_Jack: You yank me roughly from the corner and wrap your arms around me, feeling like you're going for a crushing bearhug. But you squat and pump your hips up, slamming your bulge into mine as you execute a belly to belly suplex. I fly over your head, my back and butt slamming hard into the mats. My hands go to my lower back and I sit up in excruciating pain as the ring shakes and the fans cheer.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: I rock up on my shoulders and kick up to my feet. Showing some agility for a man my size and age. Step to you. Grabbing your hair. Pulling you up again slowly. Dragging your face across my bulge and abs as I pull you up.

Gentleman_Jack: You grab my hair again, showing your dominance as you pull me up, sure to pull my face up across your fat bulge and sweaty abs. Staggering a little, I point my bare knee and kick it hard into your thigh muscle.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: You deadleg my massive quad hard. Causing it to spasm. Let go and stagger back.

Gentleman_Jack: You release me and stagger. As much as I want to rest for a moment, I know I don't have that luxury. I kick forward, slamming my boot into the knee of the same leg.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: You keep attacking that leg. Falling back against the ropes. Trying to stay on my feet

Gentleman_Jack: Get you up against the ropes and I quickly reach down, grabbing the injured leg by the boot. I twist and turn, bending the knee and slamming it hard into the mats, forcing you down with me.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Go down hard. Knee exploding in pain. Roll, trying to get up.

Gentleman_Jack: I stay on you, standing, I stomp down on that knee, the thigh muscle, anything to weaken it further.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Body jerking with each stomp. Get my good leg up. Kicking you away as I slam my boot to your pecs.

Gentleman_Jack: You kick me away, boot slamming into my bruised up pecs. I take the hit, landing on my back as you tend to your leg. The fans screaming at me to get up. I kick up and run toward you, knee aimed for the side of your head.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Push up on all fours as that knee connects! Stars explode in my head. Big body flipping to the mat. Dazed.

Gentleman_Jack: My knee hurting too with no pads on but it was worth it. You slam down to the mats. You are not logged in.

Gentleman_Jack: With you on your back, dazed, I make my way to the corner, climbing up to the top rope as the fans get to their feet. Steadying myself on the ropes, I leap off, flipping, going for a big splash across your body.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: I see you climbing......lay there...still in a fog. Can't roll out of the way.....but bring my knees up instead. You slam across my knees...but not the brightest idea as my injured knee explodes in pain again.

Gentleman_Jack: You lift your knees as I'm in the air and I slam across the hard bones of your legs with the full force I was intending to crush you with. I roll off and groan, my hands at my chest and abs, kicking the mats in pain as I roll to my side.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Roll. And pull up on the ropes. Measuring you. As you roll to your side and start to stand. Sink in and bounce out. Tucking my shoulder and lunging forward with a spear!

Gentleman_Jack: Not keeping a proper eye on you as I work to stand, you wait for me to get to my feet before charging forward, spearing me in my lower back. My arms fly up in the air as you take me down, slamming face first to the mats in a rough tackle.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Push up on my knees. Grabbing your hair as I stand. Pulling you up to your feet into a front facelock.

Gentleman_Jack: You grab me up by my hair again, though I'm a little unsteady on my feet. Front facelock locked on. I stomp my boot down on the top of yours, trying to block whatever you're planning

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Put your arm around my neck as you stomp the shit out of my toes....like they were a deadly spider or something. Crowd laughs as I let go...hopping around on one foot. Some yells...."that wasn't very gentleman like!" As the crowd laughs.

Gentleman_Jack: You hop on one foot and I see an opening as the crowd laughs and you're distracted. I rush behind you, wrapping my arm around your waist and placing my hand under the thigh you're lifting up. I heave you up with all my might, barely lifting you off the mat, and slam you down across my outstretched knee in an atomic drop

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Lifted and my eyes get wide. Then drop over your knee. Crowd still laugh as I grab my ass and comically continue to hop around the ring in pain.

Gentleman_Jack: As you continue to dance around the ring in pain, I close in behind you and kick the back of that injured knee.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Go down hard to the mat on my big back. Holding my knee in pain.

Gentleman_Jack: Your chest exposed as you lay on your back, I lift my leg high in the air and jump forward, smashing it across your chest as my butt slams into the mat.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Body jerks on impact and spit flies. I roll, pushing up again. Watching for you.

Gentleman_Jack: My big leg drop across your chest having less of an effect than I'd hoped, I remember our size difference. This guy's making me work hard as hell. Both of us drenched in sweat from the sunny heat and from the exertion of wrestling. I rush behind you as you're getting up and slam a bare knee into the space between your shoulders.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Up to my feet and that knee lands hard. Sending me pec first into the corner buckles. Bounce out and crash backwards to the mat. Arching in pain on my side.

Gentleman_Jack: You land on your side after falling back from the corner. I reach down and grab the boot of your injured leg, placing it on the bottom rope, before stomping down on your knee.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Fuuuuckk!!! I howl in pain. Trying to scoot away.

Gentleman_Jack: You start to crawl away and I drop down hard on to your lower back, my crotch slamming into your sweaty spine. I pull your arms backward over my bare knees and reach under your chin, clasping my hands and pulling back in a camel clutch.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Growl as you lock on the camel. Body in pain.....but.....nothing new....got to fight through. Trying to pull my legs under me and push up.

Gentleman_Jack: I'm cranking back, pulling on your chin as hard as I can as I feel you underneath me trying to power out. I try to keep my boots tight around your sides to keep you from pushing out

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Slowly....but surely get my arms off your knees and my knees under me. Showing my incredible strength as I stand. Hooking your legs by my side with my arms. Crowd roars as I push up to my feet and stagger back. Falling backwards into the corner. Smashing you between me and the corner!

Gentleman_Jack: You manage to pull your arms down off my knees, and I can't do anything about it without releasing your chin, which I can't do. You power up to your feet, hooking my legs to your sides as the crowd cheers for your comeback. You fall back into the corner, smashing my back into the hard corner and crushing me with your weight. I groan in pain from the impact.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Raise an arm and slam a brutal elbow back into the side of your head to daze you and buy me some recovery time.

Gentleman_Jack: Still trapped behind your massive body, you slam an elbow into the side of my head. It jerks to the side as I'm locked in place and can't dodge the blow.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Step forward and turn. Adjusting my trunks again. Then grab the top rope and snap a big size 13 boot up into your abs.

Gentleman_Jack: Trapped against the steel post, you turn to face me. You grab the top ropes and slam your big boot up into my gut. AWWWW!! I grunt, spittle flying out of my mouth as I'm hunched over your foot from the impact.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Point one finger up. Making a circular motion for the crowd. Then turn. Grabbing your head in a side headlock. Take a big step and leap for a bulldog!

Gentleman_Jack: Still dazed and stomach aching from that kick, you grab my head in a side headlock. No time of strength to fight this one off... you leap your big body up and smash my face down to the mats. My body smashes up with impact as my hands go to my head.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Roll you to your back. Sit on my ass and lean my broad back back across you for the cocky pin. Hold a hand up and count 1!

Gentleman_Jack: I roll to the side, shoulder up. Not going out this easy, or to a pin like this! The crowd claps for my tenacity

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Push up....stepping to the ropes. Bounce out with a big boot aimed at your head as you stand.

Gentleman_Jack: I duck my head to the side, dodging the boot, throwing my arm out for a clothesline across your massive chest.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: On one leg as that clothesline lands. Taking my big body down to the mat.

Gentleman_Jack: Wouldn't have had the strength to clothesline you without your leg up. Mentally thanking you for the assist! "This is for before," I say, before dropping both knees down into your torso, repeating what you did to me when I tried to splash across you from the top rope.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Spit flies as you drive the air out of me. Abs crushed.

Gentleman_Jack: I straddle your chest, sitting on your sweaty torso. I pull your head up by the hair with one hand, then punch your face hard with the other.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Body jerks with the shot. Getting my hands up to your ass. Trying to shove you off.

Gentleman_Jack: I feel your hands under my ass for the first time in the match. "Yeah you like that?" I ask. You manage to force me up a little, so I'm looking down at you in a blowjob position. I slam another fist to your forehead before rolling forward off of you

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Your bulge in my face...then another hard fist to the head. Roll away as you roll off. Pushing up. Shaking my head.

Gentleman_Jack: I turn as you push up from the abuse. I raise my hands, hyping the crowd up for the incredible show we're putting on for them. "How ya feeling, ya big fuck?" I mutter, facing you in a fighting stance. You are not logged in.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Stagger forawrd...swaying on my feet. Crowd worried as I over sell it a bit. Then drop to a knee in front of you. Going low with a forearm up between those thighs! Crowd boos the dirty move.

Gentleman_Jack: The trashtalk backfiring as you go for a nasty low blow, your forearm slamming up between my legs. "AWWWWWW" I groan low and deep, collapsing forward on your arm, my hand on your shoulder as I feel my manhood rocked

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Shove my arm further thru your legs. Making you lean over my shoulders as I stand and lift. Then fall back with a Samoan drop.

Gentleman_Jack: You lift me up with my brutalized bulge pressed against your shoulder, then drop backward with a Samoan drop, crushing my abs again as my body bounces on the mats. Laying on the mat, groaning, one hand on my bulge.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Push up. Dragging you up with me. Toss you hard to the ropes.

Gentleman_Jack: I get dragged up and slammed into the ropes, bouncing off and back toward you

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Throw my arm out....wrapping it around your neck. Other arm snakes across your forehead as I slide behind you....catching you in my sleeper!

Gentleman_Jack: You start to choke my neck, and then your other hand grasps my sweaty forehead as you try to lock me in a sleeper. I struggle side to side, hands on your arm around my throat. I kick backward, aiming for that damaged knee again.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Squeeze and flex. Trying to put you out. Stagger after that kick. Loosening my grip some.

Gentleman_Jack: Gasping for air as your grip loosens, but not totally off me. I change tactics and push backward into you, trying to back you into the corner.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Take a step back....but try to tighten my grip. Trying hard to stop you as I start to lean against your back.

Gentleman_Jack: Your weight shifting forward, I'm unable to push you backward. You press my chin down into that muscled arm, and I feel my face going flush from lack of air. I stomp down at your foot, trying to defend myself and escape.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: You stomp my foot again and I howl. Shoving you forward as I break the hold. Ball a big fist and swing a hard right hook to your jaw as you stagger and turn!

Gentleman_Jack: The stomp gets you to release me and you shove me forward. But as I turn you punish me with a brutal right hook. My head goes flying and I stagger backward into the ropes, hand to my jaw as I'm breathing heavy.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Follow you and put your head under my arm in front facelock as I pull us off the ropes. Your arm around my neck and i grab those trunks. Lifting for a suplex.

Gentleman_Jack: You lock me in another front facelock as you pull me away from the ropes. You grab at the side of my trunks, and I'm unable to stop you, head still spinning. You lift my lighter body.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Lift you up and hold you straight up. Showing my strength.....then turn....as we fall backwards, I twist, crashing on your torso as I land my "straight jacket suplex" https://qph.cf2.quoracdn.net/main-qimg-73cd0243a0d6d44df5f622fb69ed9e76

Gentleman_Jack: You lift me vertical, then twist and slam me down in your finisher, your big body crashing down on top of me. The entire ring shakes, threatening to break as the crowd goes wild.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Stay across your chest. This time hooking a leg up high for the pin. Count 1!

Gentleman_Jack: My pale leg lifted up, not moving yet

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Grin as I count 2!

Gentleman_Jack: I groan as I roll to the side, shoulder slightly off the canvas. NO! The crowd can't believe their eyes, that I'm even still conscious.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Nooooo! I yell. Pushing up to my knees. Stand. Dragging you up with me by your hair.

Gentleman_Jack: Like a rag doll up to my feet, dizzy and staggering as you drag me up, looking punchdrunk.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Grab your wrist and step back. Whipping you to the corner

Gentleman_Jack: You whip me to the corner and my back slams into it. Body shimmering in sweat, breathing heavy, mouth open in the corner.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Step back to the corner across from you. Beating my pecs like fucking King Kong.....then run across the ring....leaping for a big splash in the corner!

Gentleman_Jack: I see you coming at me like a freight train, leaping into the air to crush me into the corner. I dodge to the side at the last second as your chest slams into the turnbuckle, my hand on the top rope, holding me standing.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Pecs crash hard to the corner....my momentum slamming my head into the post. Ring shaking. I bounce off and stagger back....wobbly!

Gentleman_Jack: I see you even more unsteady than me, staggering with your head slightly back. I rush behind you, grabbing hold of your massive shoulders, and leap up placing both my knees into your back and falling backward, punishing you with a double knee backbreaker

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Jerked backwards across your knees. Bounce off to the mat. Arching my back in pain.

Gentleman_Jack: You arch your back in pain, the fans cheering my comeback. As you arch, I grab your ankle and your wrist, pressing my boot into your lower back for a bow and arrow stretch on that back.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Fffffuuuuccckkkk! Squirming..trying to get free.

Gentleman_Jack: "Not so flexible eh?" I taunt, yanking back on the arm and the leg, trying to work that back and get a submission.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Shaking my head no. Biting my lip. Refusing to submit.

Gentleman_Jack: I pull my boots back momentarily to give you relief, then stomp them in even harder. If you were smaller I'd lift you up!

Maniac_Mike_Miller: I moan in pain. Someone close points out. Yelling " he is enjoying this!" Pointing to my tenting cock in my trunks.

Gentleman_Jack: "I have no doubt!" I yell, moving one of my boots to your butt, pressing it against your trunks as an extra humiliation, showing you off even more.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Struggle and you reposition. As you boot my ass, finally twist enough. Trying to jerk my arm away.

Gentleman_Jack: You manage to twist out, my boot off your back. You pull hard on your arm, trying to get free. Realizing I've lost the hold, I give you one more hard kick to your lower spine and roll away and up to my feet.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Roll to the ropes. Holding my lower back as I pull up. Watching you. As you step closer. Throw a hard chop to those pecs to stop you.

Gentleman_Jack: Another chop at my already reddened chest sends me back a step. Hands to my chest. I kick out for that damaged leg again.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Drops me to a knee. Slamming a fist to your gut. Right at the waistband of your trunks.

Gentleman_Jack: You slam a fist at my gut, hitting my waistband and my cockhead. I yelp in pain and stagger back.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: I stand. Grabbing your wrist. Jerk you towards me as I throw my arm out. Throwing all my weight forward into a short arm lariat clothesline to the mat!

Gentleman_Jack: The lariat connects, slamming across my throat because of our height difference. I slam to my back, legs flying up in the air, coughing and choking, face going red from the hit to my throat.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Push up to my knees. Pull you up to sitting and see my chance. Wrap my arms around your head and neck once again with my sleeper.

Gentleman_Jack: Already short on breath, you wrap your arms around my head and neck for another sleeper. I'm trying to cough as you choke me, no air coming in or out. Hands clawing at your forearms as you lock it on.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Fall backwards to the mat. Grapevines my big legs around your waist. Squeezing.....trying to put you out......crowd chants...."tap out or go out!" They know no one has survived this hold before.

Gentleman_Jack: You drop us back to the mats, your arm crushing my windpipe, other one atop my forehead. Some drool starts leaking out of my mouth as I get choked. Your legs wrap around my waist and start to squeeze, crushing my tight body. I feel your hard bulge against my lower back, knowing how much you're loving this. My eyes start to close...

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Feel your body going limp. Crowd points out your boner this time. Flex and squeeze.....waiting your you to tap out or go out completely

Gentleman_Jack: My cock reacting on its own, getting hard in a sleeper as so many men do. Both my hands now limp against the mat. Eyes closed. Passed out.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Watch your arms drop....seeing you're out. Release the hold. Rolling you off of me to your back. Stand and put a boot on your pecs.... flexing a big double bicep pose over you in victory.

Published: 2023-04-20, viewed 63 times.