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Announcer: The following is a Pro Wrestling Submission Match. The first competitor, from the United States of America, coming in at 5'11" and 214 lbs. Eugene Scott!

Eugene Scott::
My music starts playing, Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult. I make my way to the ring wearing my blue trunks and white boots. Crowd loves, cheers as I'm a rising star. Finally get to take on Russe, he's made a name for himself. I saunter down the aisle and slide in under the ropes, climb a turnbuckle and flex for the crowd.

Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult

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Announcer: And his opponent, coming from Germany 6ft and 245 lb. Russe!

Russe:
I get out of the locker wearing my black trunks and matching boots … on my backside of the trunk printed Beast Mode …. I go through the crowd watching the ring and flex my muscles … get under the ropes into my corner… eying you and flex for the crowd

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Eugene Scott::
I hope on down, come center ring, look you over real good. I've watched your matches, and heard what you do to people. Hold up my hands and get ready to lock up with you.

Russe:
Eyeing you as you stand on the opposite side of the ring in your corner he is looking tough. But I got some weight advantage on this dude so I should work for myself…. Smirk as I see you standing on the opposite side. You hold up your hands and I straight go for an collar and elbow and lock up with you.

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Eugene Scott::
I know I can't out muscle you, you have about 30 lbs on me, which isn't huge, but makes a difference. As we struggle back and forth, I let you push into me and drop to my back, bring my boot up to your gut, and try to kick you over my shoulder towards the turnbuckle.

Russe:
We go for the collar and elbow and we got locked up pressing hard and feel I got you soon… but then you drop down suddenly and with your momentum you kick me right into the turnbuckle …. Aaaaaggggghhhhh

Eugene Scott::
I bring my knees up to my chest and kick back up to standing, a little move known as a Kip-Up I do that always pulls a cheer from the crowd on account of how well it shows off my body. I turn to you, move in after, trying to nail you in the gut with my knee when you get up.

Russe:
I get up in the corner after I hit the turnbuckle using the ropes as you come to me to move on, see your knee coming towards my gut… flex. and manage to lift you up…. Hoist both of your legs and your body up… coming to the middle and want to slam you backside down .

Eugene Scott::
I'm not too surprised you managed to turn this around, give and take, that's the name of the game. You lift me with your mighty strong arms, carry a little, and slam me on my back center of the ring. I let out a holler selling the pain to the crowd. Lying there on my back, I then swing your right leg at your left trying to topple you to the mat right alongside me.

Russe:
Send you on your back right In the Center of the Canvas … ring shakes after your impact … immediately rush towards you to drop my body down on yours …. You hit my left leg…. I drop down but want to hammer my elbow drop on your chest

Eugene Scott::
Fortunately for me, as I hit your leg, it throws your hammer off just enough I can roll out of the way to my left. Don't want to take a hit like that this early, those arms are massive. You slam your arms down to the mat right next to me, and I'm quick to try and take advantage. I grab your right arm, and try to outmuscle you hoping to force it behind your back while pushing you to the mat in a grounded hammerlock.

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Russe:
I drop down with my elbow but you manage to roll away … UUUUFFFFFF…. Drop down on canvas … fuxk…. Aaaarrrrgggghjjj… try to get up but you manage to roll over me on my back and fix my body down there and you grab my wrist and bend one arm back into a grounded hammerlock … grunt as you bend my arm and fix me down there … aaaaagagggghhhhh

Eugene Scott::
I pull on up to your back now, mounting my knees along your ribs. I know you're strong as an Ox or whatever they have over there in Germany, so I need to mitigate those arms. I reach over to your other now and also try to pull back too, hoping to lock in a double hammerlock, kind of like you are under arrest.

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Russe:
Moan as you bend my first arm on my back … aaaagggghhhh and you manage to grab also the second move… not enough leverage effect back there to avoid with power that fixing down there on canvas …. Aaaaagggggghjjjjj lay down there fixed in a double hammerlock …. Try to break the hold with my power … struggling with myself

Eugene Scott::
I feel you struggling, and to be honest, I'm a bit fearful to let you go. I can't hold you here forever though, so I do something risky. I try to hold your arms in place while I move a knee up to them trying to keep them pinned down. I reach back with my left hand and start crossing your right ankle behind your right knee, hoping you don't break free.

Russe:
Down there on fixed on canvas grunt and wait did your next attack… feel you open the lock so I can get out with both of my arms… while you grab my ankles …. Lift us both up with a push-up … and shove you off my body…. Roll away and get up. You think you can handle me like a schoolboy at this time in the match guy… wait gonna break you now

Eugene Scott::
Just as I feared, I gave you the opening you needed to get free. No matter, that still took some energy from you, though it took energy from to hold you like that. I get up to my feet pulling away from you still, hoping you are mad as hell for me holding you like that. I put up my hands defensively, and get ready to Counter Attack you if you come charging in at me.

Russe:
See you also getting up on the opposite side of the ring … come on boy … now you will feel my power load up all my power and then rush towards you… shoulder down and try to spear you down hard

Eugene Scott::
I see you come rushing in like the bull you are, and just like I planned, I'm ready for you. I wait for you to get in arms reach then side sidestep grabbing your shoulder and the back of your trunks. I use that momentum and thrust you a little more behind me right into the turnbuckle post. Half the crowd cheers, the other half winces because it looks like it hurts.

Russe:
Didn’t expect your counter and you act that fast .. so I rush with all my power towards you to spear you down …. But you manage to get away and send my shoulder right into the turnbuckle post…. UUUUUUFFFFFFG… the impact hurts on my shoulder … moan in pain and hang between the ropes … breathing hard down there on my knees shoulder hurting …. Aaaagggghhhh

Eugene Scott::
My heart is racing, that could have gone real bad had you connected. I bring my left arm up and wipe some sweat from my brow, then start to move on in after you. If I were a dishonest man, I'd kick you in the balls. I don't like to play like that though, instead I go rushing in, jump up, and try to land a drop kick to your back while you're stuck in the corner.

Russe:
Struggling down there with myself and to get back on my feet my back is on display … and just in that moment I know I have to get out of that position … try to get up out of the corner and In that second pain rush into my back and I rooaaaarrrr loud as you dropkick my back …. UUUUUGGGGGGFFFF

Eugene Scott::
I drop to the canvas catching myself, pleased that it connected. I wonder if you might be worn down enough for a submission hold now. I grab your right leg on account of me wanting to hurt it, and try to pull it up over the back of my neck. If I can, I clench it good putting strain on the muscles, while trying to push my knee on your back hoping to lock in a Stretch Muffler.

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Russe:
Moan in pain after the ring post hit my shoulder and your additional dropkick hits my back …. Struggling to get back on my feet and out of the corner but you grab my ankles and pull me back on one leg … as you bend up my leg and you fix me chest down on the mat and go for the stretch muffler aaaagggghhhhhj I try to reach the ropes for that rope to break…. My back is hurting. …

Eugene Scott::
We are pretty close to the rope, should have thought about that before locking this in. I make you work for it though, fighting every pull you make with my own resistance. Your hand finally grabs hold of the rope while I hold you there. The Ref gets all huffy getting ready to start yelling, but I've already released you because even in the ring, I try my best to play by the rules. I stand up and let you take a breather as I step over you back to the center of the ring, me breathing a bit heavy myself.

Russe:
My back hurts in that hold but I manage to crawl towards the ropes and get the break … leg drops down on canvas as you Release… Rolling away from you holding my back and nursing it a bit…. Then get up slowly and take some deep breaths to recharge, see you already sweating and breathing hard … you will beg for mercy soon… stand up conk.

Russe: conin to you… fake some fists … but then grab your wrist … turn around and send you to the opposite ring corner with all my turning momentum and power …

Eugene Scott::
You sling me into the corner mighty hard, and I fear what might be coming next. As I slam into it chest first, I let out a loud grunt, the crowd some of the crowd as I do. I realize you might start rushing in to spear me in the corner, so I turn as fast as I can trying to get my hands up to help cushion that blow if it's what you're about to do.

Russe:
I send you to the corner and follow you immediately… not enough time to get out, I spear your body into the corner hard … the crowd gets loud as they see that.

Eugene Scott::
I manage to cushion it, but you collide mighty hard, that full 243 lbs crashing into my core. Even with my arms up, I let out a mighty loud gasp, me falling to my knees. I grit my teeth, and try to wrap my right arm around your neck, aiming to try and DDT you when I get a chance.

Russe:
As I spear my body into yours I also feel some pain inside my shoulders from the impact of the post before …. Fuck that’s not perfect I think… I have to finish this bastard … you down on your knees in the corner … you try to grab my neck but I pull my body away from you… instead grab your hair and pull you out of that corner … your Head between my quads squeeze and fix you there and my arms under your armpits … go for the pedigree …

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Eugene Scott::
Well, that ain't good. I am a bit stunned as you shove my head between your thighs. I fight you every step of the way, trying to get my arms free as you pull one up, then slowly pull the other. As I buy that time, I manage to do one thing right as you set me up, and I know it's dirty. As you secure my arms behind me, I lower my head down towards the canvas as much as I can even in your meaty thighs. When you jump up in the air, I fling my head up hopefully impacting your balls some as I'm then forced to eat the canvas, my fans going silent as I do.

Russe:
As I set up that pedigree and hammer you face down on canvas I don’t know how you did … but you attacked my balls with your head … feel it already before you hit the canvas …. Moan load and hammer you down…. After the pedigree down on the canvas nursing my balls and moan in pain… I need some deep breaths ….

Eugene Scott::
My entire frontside slam down to the mat from the legendary move itself. I let out a gasp, eyes wide, even I can't shrug off this pain. I lay there for a moment, but it seems my trick worked and you are needing a breather too. I know I can't just let you keep up or it's the end for me in this match. I dig heavily into my reserve, forcing myself to reach over and grab the rope. I then pull myself towards it best I can trying to roll myself out of the ring so I can recover some.

Russe:
Down on the canvas holding my balls… look for you and see you outside the ring … breathing hard and recharge your power … need some seconds to roll on the other side grab the ropes and try to get back on my feet slowly. Stand up and look over to you outside .. you bastard leaving the ring, come here and show me your man, you should beg for mercy

Eugene Scott::
This here is what I feared, even though he's only done two big moves to me, a spear and now his pedigree, my endurance is low. I get up to my hands and knees as the ref starts counting. "1..." I reach up to the barricade trying to keep myself away from you so I can recover on my own terms, and then pull myself up to standing. "2..." I play up my pain realizing you might come out after me, if you do, I get ready to grab you and slam your head into the barricade right next to me. "3..."

Russe:
Feel my body recharging and power gets back… hammer some fists on my muscle chest to fill me with adrenaline … the pain should also be ok for my next steps to get this boy … he is already weakened after my attacks … moving slow … so I rush through the ring fast toward you slide out under the bottom rope and want to send you on the barricades with a sliding dropkick.

Eugene Scott::
You come sliding on out with your dropkick, and it disrupts everything I was thinking would happen. It's the problem when you gamble, it doesn't always pay off. "4..." Expecting you to come out on foot, you instead come out feet first slamming into my back as I lean against the barricade. I let out a mighty roar, those front row fans getting a rare but beautiful up close look of my chest bent backwards in agony. Think somebody even takes a picture. "5..." I fall down against it again, arm barely holding me up. Thing is, you landed right down next to me, and I'm not proud of what I do next. I try and drop my fist right in to your groin, not holding back at all partner. "6..."

Russe:
As I slide out of the ring you get crushed against the barricades yeahhhhh…. What a move …(1) now gonna let him beg for mercy … adrenaline rushes through my body and I get up next to you to slam your head against the barricades (2) again… but just in that moment you for the low blow on my balls outside there …. UUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHJ (3) going down on my knees in front of the fans …

Eugene Scott::
My count is getting low, but I need to dish out some damage while I can. "7..." I grab your head, lift you back, and slam your head into the barricade like I was planning earlier. I do it so hard it might even make you bleed. "8..." I get mighty worried about that count and go to slide back in the ring thinking you are stunned and can't really stop me. Roll on in on my side and get to my knees.

Russe:
Down on my knees holding my balls … you grab My head and slam it really hard against the barricades… they Rattle in place from the impact … (4) me going down on the concrete floor …. Grunt and dazed in case of that impact (5) Seeing stars and the lights of the arena … aaaagggghhhhhhhh (6) shake head out there and hear the count …. Try to grab the barricades and get up (7)… grunt and lift me to my knees slowly, some fans outside cheer loudly at me to get up (8) then I get up just before the count ends and grab the ring and roll inside …

Eugene Scott::
As that count is going on, and you are recovering, I don't just wait around doing nothing. I lay there for a moment taking in some breath. (4) I then pull myself up to my knees, my fans starting to cheer. (5) I get up to stand, sweating mighty bad. (6) I move to the opposing side of the ring and squat down and start getting ready for you. (7) I stalk you, planning this out with the moment. (8) You roll inside and I come running, jump up, and try to full body slam on top of you.

Russe:
As I roll inside the ring at the last moment I didn’t focus on you .. I focused on my 10 count …so roll inside and you already had enough time to set up your next attack… no chance to get up you attack me with a full body slam GGGAaaaaaGGGGHHHHH… air rushes out of my lungs …. Moan in pain

Eugene Scott::
I see you winded, and I want to take the chance to win. My front side is still banged up from the Pedigree, but I try to ignore that pain. This time I play it smart, and roll you on your front towards me so you are away from the ropes. I slide my arm around your neck, and try to pull you over into my grip center ring, hoping to slide my legs up around you if I can.

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"Schieß! Give up!" I yell, a bit of desperation in my voice.

Russe:
Feel you roll me aside and you grab me from behind and set up a sleeper far away from the ropes to get a break… grunt as you fix it and feel that’s gonna be tough for me

Eugene Scott::
I squeeze my legs as hard as I can, pull my arms together around your neck. I try real hard to lock you in a Rear Naked Choke, thinking if you won't tap, then I'll just choke you out. Let's see how that works out.

Russe:
feel you fix me in that grip… but I can’t give … that would be an awesome defeat …. Fuck but I have to react fast now …. Stomp one feet on the ground … try to move us to the ropes …. Moaning in pain and feel slowly losing the air to breathe … my muscles need some air otherwise they will …. Fuxk… feel getting weak right now … in your choke...

Eugene Scott::
I keep it locked in, knowing it might not be the most spectacular way to go out. You are a mighty beast, but even they need to breathe. The ref comes over as I keep it locked in. He checks to see how you are holding up. I hang on as tight as I can.

Russe:
Resist that hold … and you won’t hear me say it, won’t give to that bastard .. 2 low blows on my balls …. Moan and feel my body getting slowly unconscious out cold.

Published: 2021-09-24, viewed 100 times.