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You are not logged in. - Eugene Scott
You are not logged in. - John Page
Eugene Scott:
I get myself a little letter from management, and oh boy is it a doozy. Seems my wins around here are paying dividends because they are telling me I've been booked for something fancy, a special Pay Per View event over in London. Guess I better work on my drinking tea all fancy with my pinky sticking out. This match here, it's with the famous John Page, fella who stands strong in the federation, and was even the Commonwealth Champion for a bit. Reminds me I need to track down Adam Collins some time. Anyhow, this here match, it's a hot one. Calling it the "New Years Countdown." It's a 2 out of 3 submission match, the loser gets stripped naked after the first, with stakes on the line in front of a live crowd?
Where is this glorious new years match going to take place besides in London? Glad you asked. It's going to be at the prestigious Royal Albert Hall with all those curvy aisles, golden painted décor, and seats so nice you might fall asleep in them if it weren't for a rowdy crowd hollering for submissions. I can already picture the action as I drink my Long Island at the bar. Decide to send a text to Mr. Page on my retro flip phone. "Howdy Mr. Page, seems we got ourselves a match. Have yourself a Merry Christmas because a week later, I'm taking you down as part of my New Years celebration. Trash talk aside, would be honored to get a beer with you before the match just to get to know you. - Eugene Scott"
John Page:
After being informed that I am to face Eugene Scott in an official IPW match at the famous Royal Albert Hall where so many UK vs USA matches have been held in the past, I have spent more time than usual for me in the gym knowing how important it is to beat this American with such an impressive win/loss record.
It is while I am changing after a training session that I get a text from Mr Scott containing a little trash talk and suggesting we meet up for a pre match beer. I am very pleased to read that suggestion but I am not surprised as Mr Scott like myself has been in the business long enough to know that it is always good to get to know your opponent a little before a big match and as far as the UK wrestling scene goes, they do not get much bigger than a pay per view at the RAH. The place is steeped in pro wrestling history
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I text back “Good evening Mr Scott, I would be delighted to have a libation or two with you. I understand you are staying at Claridge's in Mayfair. I am not sure how you managed to pull that off with the fed but I can meet you there and take you to a real London Pub. By the way I have just been told today that the venue is a sell-out. Give me a call when you have settled in. I only live 10 minutes away”.
You are not logged in. - Claridge Hotel
Eugene Scott:
Back at the bar I'm watching some scene with a couple guys going on about some nonsense while a literal lion cub comes running into the place. Best not to question my choice in hanging out. Regardless, I get a text back from Mr. Page telling me to give him a call when I'm in the neighborhood. I finish up my long island, head on home all while a light snow starts to fall in my area; it's nice. Following morning my son was kind enough to drive me to the airport.
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I arrived without any real problem outside of the airline denying me a second package of crackers to go with my drink, not to mention a ridiculous amount of security involved just to fly halfway around the world; things were better back in 2006. Anyhow I check into my hotel doing the whole dance with the bell boys and making sure they get some for putting up with me. Let me tell ya, this place is fancy, so much so I think there must have been a mix up with IPW to book me at it. Best not to look a gift horse in the mouth, or so my pa alway told me... when I listened to him. Catch myself a nap to get caught up on the time zone nonsense and head out to the pub like John said, sending out a call to Mr. Page to come meet. I sit around arriving early with a fresh pair of clothes including an ironed flannel shirt and a brand new Cowboy hat. Take in some of the locals while reading myself the newspaper.
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John Page:
As the date for the match approaches I get more and more nervous, which is very unusual for me. I have watched many of my American opponents’ matches then read reports on several others and to say he has an excellent winning record would even be an understatement. I get to the call from Mr Jones and head out to the pub, dressed very casualty in a vest and jeans
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As expected the journey on the tube only takes 10 minutes.
You are not logged in. - Subway
Another couple of minutes and I arrive at the pub with it being early afternoon, the bar is not very busy and I spot my Scott instantly sitting reading his newspaper.
You are not logged in. - English Pub
I walk up to you, “Good afternoon Mr Scott I trust you had a good trip and are enjoying the five star service at your hotel.” I offer out my hand.
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Eugene Scott:
I see you come up to me and put down the paper, "Well howdy there Mr. Page. Mind if I call you John?" I shake your hand nice and firm, giving it a little squeeze to show you my grip.
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"Hotel's great, they even have a nice fella wanting to give me a full body massage tonight. Can't say no to that now can I?" I take a drink from my beer while looking you over. "You're a nice looking man there John Page. Have some real respect for you for holding that Commonwealth Championship earlier this year, and I've followed your carrier ever since I arrived a few months ago. Hoping however this goes down come New Years, we'll still be on good terms. Also know about your match with my boy, happy to hear you both had fun in that regards." Take another drink curious as to your response to me knowing about a private match you had.
John Page:
I notice your firm grip while shaking my hand feeling the extra squeeze knowing that I can do the same right back to you making a deliberate decision not to as you can find out in the ring just how strong I am.
I listen politely to your banter about getting a massage and how you think I am a good looking man and that you respect me for holding the Commonwealth championship until the asshole Adam Collins stole it off me notwithstanding the fact that Aussie chump will be handing it back very soon.
I smile as you trash talk about our match. Once again I decide not to participate in your mind games as I am confident in my ability to beat you in a 2 out of 3 fall bout. After all, the best of three fall style match has always been my bread and butter style of match.
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I take a gulp of my London Pride ale and then my face drops as I choke on my beer, needing to spit some back out as you not so casually inform me that you know about my private match with Madison. A match that I expected to win, that I totally found as horny as hell but lost to a very humiliating submission and emission. “Oh Madison told you about our private match then Eugene? So I guess you know the outcome of that match also? Well do not read too much into that match as it was a fun private match, whereas our match is all business Sir.
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“The Brit fans love me Mr Scott and they love a good old UK vs USA match. I can also tell you that I have now wrestled nine matches at the Royal Albert Hall and have never lost one of them. I intend to extend that record to ten matches against you so yes I hope we can still be on good terms after the match. Taking another gulp of my beer.
Eugene Scott:
I look a might bit concerned there for a moment when you start coughing, even raise a hand over to see if you are alright. I see mentioning that bit about my son's match with him might have triggered something and maybe I misjudged the reaction. Once you have control of your windpipe again I speak up to that end. "Boy mentioned you two had a match is all. Seemed like he was happy with it when we talked at Thanksgiving." I then hear you talk about your history with the Royal Albert Hall.
"Think I'm going to be clear with you John. All that talk of history, Yanks vs Brits, all that... it don't mean much to me. Nations are one thing, invisible lines that divide us as people. When it comes to men, we measure each other based on how much pain we can take before hollering and breaking down. Two men step in the ring, all that fancy glamor washes away leaving only the struggle and primal desires behind." I take a drink, "I respect you Mr. Page. Come midnight during our match, I plan to bring in the new years with you firmly under my control. Not planning to do it for America, I'm doing it for me."
John Page:
“Mr Scott when I get into that ring I lose all awareness of everything that is going on the other side of those ropes, it is between my opponent, myself and if there is one present the referee, Like you I have been in the business long enough to respect and enjoy the old ways things were done”.
“I am impressed with your record but what I am more impressed with and the reason I am so looking forward to our match is your gentlemanly way of wrestling and I can tell you this Mr Scott, I believe our styles match perfectly and whatever happens and whatever the final result. I find you a very sexy guy and I can assure you that win or lose I hope we depart as friends and that I meet you again under that beautiful glass ceiling in the IPW ring, maybe for a more private match like the one I had with your son.”
When we finish this beer and if you have time I would like to introduce you to the Soho area and maybe we can talk about some of our earlier matches. I bet we have wrestled some of the same old guys over the years.
Eugene Scott:
"Sure thing John, we can go for a walk if you want." I finish up my beer and we depart out for a little stroll all in the name of getting to know each other better. I admire the scenery as we do, all while going back and forth about the different men we've taken on. There are a few things in common of course, but it becomes clear that despite my record and history, I've only really been active the last four months. Decided to leave out the bit about being stranded in the Twilight Zone; figured that might make me sound crazy like. Regardless, we have a little chat as things start to wind down, finally come to a nice stop in some nice park that's probably famous, and I take myself a seat on the bench.
"Alright there partner, let's get down to a little business before we take off for the evening. Is there anything you think we need to talk about before we go at each other tomorrow night full throttle? Only time I'm going to ask." What I'm doing here is a courtesy, all because I like this fella on account of how well he wears... or often unwears his trunks. He knows what I do to people; strip them down, empty their gun, and tap out in submission, maybe even in that order. My victory tomorrow will probably humiliate the daylights out of him, but that's the price he pays for stepping in the ring with me. If he's going to ask for any favors, now's the time.
John Page:
Well Mr Scott, I am indeed honored to be wrestling you tomorrow. I have never asked a favour of an opponent before and for sure I am not going to ask one of you now. I think we respect each other as men and fellow wrestlers. But I will be out to beat you tomorrow and I have no doubts that you will be out for the same. One of us is going to be feeling petty deflated at the end, even humiliated or embarrassed maybe both so let’s agree now to make it easy on the loser by both leaving that ring together as friends no matter what goes on inside that squared circle. I like you as a person and let’s face it you are also pleasing to the eye so friends before and friends after but no favours asked for or given inside that ring not tomorrow or any future match we may choose to have or be signed up for.
Eugene Scott:
"You got yourself a deal Mr. Page. No favors, we go at this hard, doing our best with no regrets. Friends at the start, friends at the end." We shake hands again, nice and firm. "That Jet Lag is catching up with me now, and I can't wait to take advantage of all the services they are offering at the hotel. Can't believe IPW hooked me up with that place, must have been a clerical error."
Eugene Scott:
After departing, Mr. Page and I got ourselves ready for the battle to come, finally meeting up again right before in the locker room before our big match was set to start. We exchange pleasantries while we change into our gear, neither of us afraid to strip down in the others on account of being professionals and knowing tonight ends with us being naked anyhow. One of the stage hands comes over to us letting us know it's time for the main event, and that I'm coming out first. The way they set this up is that our match should be concluding right about midnight, and we have orders from management to draw it out if it is going to quickly. That is to say there is nothing predetermined in our match, just a desire to make it end right as the new year hits. A little bit later, I get waved over to start my entrance. I give John a quickly friendly hug and step over while they spray some oily mist on me to make me glimmer, then head on out.
Announcer:
"Ladies and Gentlemen, It's time for the Main Event. Making his way to the ring is the challenger from San Francisco California USA. Weighing in at 214 lbs. 5'11", Eugene Scott!"
Eugene Scott:
My theme music 'Don't Fear the Reaper' by Blue Oyster Cult starts to play and the crowd goes crazy given my win record in IPW.
Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult
I make my way down the aisle, blue trunks, blue boots, and for the occasion, an American Flag sewn into the waistband just like my son wears. For this location being in London, the crowd reaction to me is a little surprising, none of the usually hands holding out for me to slap on the way down to the ring though. When I get there, I slide on in under the bottom rope, rise up to my feet and hold up my hands while some red and blue lights shine over me. Climb the turnbuckle and hold up my left hand high letting the crowd and cameras get a good view of my toned body, then I tap my left pec over my heart with my right fist twice before hoping down. Music calms as John's entrance starts...
You are not logged in. - Eugene Scott
John Page:
You are not logged in. - Royal Albert Hall
I arrive at the Royal Albert Hall in a London by Taxi getting accosted by the fans who are queuing outside. After I sign a few autographs I head inside and I am shown to the locker room. I meet Mr. Scott already sitting on the bench. We get changed together. I notice just how handsomely fit Mr. Scott is and I must say his blue trunks and boots match perfectly and fit him just fine or as Mr Scott would say ‘mighty fine’. I see Mr Scott get the nod from a ring attendant and we hug which I savour knowing the next embrace we have will not be so friendly. I hear his music and a big cheer from the crowd which warms my heart somewhat as I have witnessed some of the greetings that some overseas wrestlers have received here.
Knowing Mr. Scott would be wearing his normal blue gear I had decided rather than wear my normal tights that I would complement his look by wearing red trunks and matching red boots. The music of my opponent fades out. And I hear my announcement. And now weighing in at 205 lbs and 5'9" give a warm welcome for our very own John Page. I hear a huge ROAR go up from the full house.
I run out and down the aisle, all the way around the ring acknowledging the fans before I jump up onto the apron, thinking about somersaulting over the top rope like I have done dozens of times before but deciding not to on this occasion for obvious reasons and I step between the top and middle rope. I shake hands with the announcer and the referee before heading to my corner and nodding at you knowing we will get the chance to shake hands momentarily. The announcer “This is a 2 out of 3 submissions match with no time limit and a 2 minute break between falls”. Another huge cheer from the crowd and the announcer leaves the ring.
Eugene Scott:
There we are looking at each other, face to face in the squared circle, two men ready to fight and fuck each other afterwards in front of a huge crowd. You see me smiling, the rush of the crowd never getting old with me. The Ref comes over to us, starts talking about the usual, then explains the extra bit meant to be a surprise for the crowd, the part where we strip the loser of their trunks after the first fall. Causes me to smile when I hear it, so many ideas come to mind just how I'm going to do that. Finally in that moment right before the bell I look you hard in the eyes, "Buddy times over, here we go."
The bell rings I press in going for the old collar and elbow lockup. Simple fact about us is that I'm a little taller, a little more muscular, and a little younger. I use that to my advantage and push in hard against you, moving us towards a turnbuckle, all with that smile on my face. Plan to throw you in it real hard if you don't do something about it. Let's see how you react.
John Page:
The big moment has arrived. We are eyeball to eyeball as the referee announces the stipulation agreed to by us where we strip the loser of their trunks after the first fall. The crowd makes a loud show roar of approval, the smile on your face, I find somewhat unnerving. Before we head back to our corners I nod as you say “Buddy time is over, here we go”. I just get back to my corner as the bell rings
Back to the centre and we lock up in a classic collar and elbow. It only takes seconds for me to realise that you have an advantage here and you sure know how to use it. I know from the bell that you are not only tall and more muscular than me but you are definitely stronger. I can feel myself being pushed back towards the turnbuckle and I most certainly do not want my back against that so soon in the match
I cannot push back against you. I therefore resort to my judo training as a kid. I judge your balance and at the moment I judge to be perfect I break away my right arm and slip it under your left pit, at the same time I twist, ramming my right hip into your groin and pulling your right arm in close, I toss you over my hip and land my full body weight onto your midsection. I waste no time in grabbing your head in a tight ground headlock. I give my arms a couple of real hard flexes wanting to show you just who ended up on top first.
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Eugene Scott:
Sure John, you manage to take me down first to the canvas, but we both know this is just foreplay before the real struggle starts. I give a grunt with them flexes as your Pro Brit fans start to cheer, me playing along so we can put on a good show. Then I take control by swinging my right leg up and over your neck, dragging your chest down to the canvas while I reach up and pull that arm of yours away from my neck. I hold it there in a side armbar now, letting you squirm some while I squeeze my knee around your neck. Go ahead and wrap my other leg up over my right ankle to lock in a good head scissors, smile on my face while I look over your muscular body hoping you'll trust that pelvis of yours up in a bridge to show off your bulge... for the crowd's sake of course. Paying customers and all.
John Page:
Hearing my brit-pro fans cheering brings a smile to my face and maybe distracts me a little and I quickly regret that as you quickly swing your right leg up and over my neck, and drag me downwards until my chest is on the canvas making it easy for you to remove my arm from your neck and holding it in a side armbar. I instantly feel the danger and desperately try to wriggle and squirm my way free. You squeeze my knee around your neck. As I try to extricate myself you start to squeeze my neck between your knees and then lock me in a picture perfect head scissor. Well Mr Scott it has not taken you very long to show me what I already knew and that is you are a very skilfully and powerful wrestler and your record is definitely no fluke.
To add to my woes, having my head and neck trapped between your hot legs is having the effect on my cock that I have been dreading. I can feel a clear arousal happening in my trunks. I continue to struggle and then knowing I am going to show everyone at ringside and most definitely the cameras who are naturally going to zoom in on my bulging trunks I think what the hell they are all going to see more than this and pretty soon if I do not act fast. I thrust up my pelvis and bridge up high showing my bulging pouch to everyone, but hell I am able to separate your legs enough to slip my head out and quickly roll away from you jumping up and stand watch for you to get to your feet and ready to pounce.
Eugene Scott:
I'm grinning like an idiot when you shove your pelvis up, your hardening manhood practically clear as day in those tight red trunks of yours. It's just the first of the embarrassing positions I plan to put you in tonight, but I'm hoping to save most of them until after I've won the first fall. Anyhow you thrust up and manage to get free from the head scissor at the expense of a little dignity. So far things haven't been anything more than what you would see on those programs that quote unquote straight people watch. Think we're gonna need to fix that soon. With me on my back as you roll away, I bring my knees to my chest and burn a little stamina to kick up standing, a little maneuver you might recall my son using called a Kip-Up. Important part is it saves time on the getup all while giving that good burn to the core muscles.
With me up on my feet now around the same time you get up to yours, I see you with that look telling me you're aiming to pounce like some sort of English wildcat I don't know the name of. Causes me to get my hands up defensive, back away a little, dumb grin on my face still like I'm in complete control. "Come on Johnny-boy, show me some fire." You might not be able to hear me well over the crowd, but you can see my mouth moving with that smile that's just asking for trouble. Hands up in the air, I get ready to grab and counter you if you come rushing in, and I plan to make it hurt too.
John Page:
I watch you do your fancy Kip-Up and I know it impresses some of the fans as I hear the applause and whistles but it does not impress me after all I have seen your son use it my mind wonders for a split second if he taught you it or vice versa. Anyway I see your lips moving. I know what you are saying as that provocative and daring smile tells me your thoughts. The physiological battle has really kicked in and we all know that it is as important as the physical battle. I have indicated to you that I intend to go at you like a bull in a china shop but that is what I want you to think.
I approach you calmly to see your hands up in the air. I start to raise my hands also and at the last second and without giving any indication, I bring my boot up into your abs just as hard as I can with not just a kick but also a thrust which pushes you back towards the ropes.
Eugene Scott:
My taunting doesn't seem to work and I pay the price as you kick and then shove me back towards the ropes. Grunting in pain, I almost stumble and fall, but manage to catch myself on the ropes, left hand over my gut where you kicked me. I hear the crowd change their tune as you take control, but I ain't willing to let you keep it for long.
I stand up straight, off the ropes, and swallow hard to help brush off the pain from your kick. Fierce look in my eye, I then rush using whatever momentum I can salvage from being pushed into the ropes, and come shooting at you mighty fast. Right as I come in close to you, I leap up into the air and try to nail you mid chest with a Drop Kick, the crowd gasping in excitement to see what happens next.
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John Page:
I smile as I watch you stumble backwards and then quickly feel a little disappointed as you manage to grab the top rope. I see you grab your stomach and notice the excitement in the atmosphere around the arena. I have to give you credit Mr Scott as you seem to shake off my assault on you abs very quickly as you take a deep breath and stand up straight looking at me with a look in your eyes that I have not seen before and I must say it is a look that is intimidating at the very least.
You rush at me I get ready to engage but you lift off the ring floor and aim your blue boots at my chest nailing me mid chest before I can take any avoiding action. The Brit fans gasp as your move not only looks impressive but is also very effective, as it not only hurts like hell it also temporarily makes it hard to breathe. Just like yourself some moments ago I am forced backwards into the ropes except unlike you I am not able to grab the top rope and I slump down with my arse sitting on the middle rope. I clutch my chest as I take deep breaths trying to top up my oxygen levels again. I glare at you, wanting instant revenge. My calm calculating game plan goes out of the window and this time as I charge at you with my shoulder down colliding with your abs around mid-ring then driving you into the ropes behind you. I then start to deliver shoulder barges into your abs 1…2…3…
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Eugene Scott:
Drop kick connect and I fall to my side, catching myself as I do with my controlled impact sounding real good as it echoes through the arena. I hop up to my knees a moment later, then up to my feet thinking I have some time to follow up, but then you ram into me shoulder first like a Football Player. OMPH! Pushed back to ropes, I sure feel your full frame knock some wind out of me, crowd cheering as you manage to take the upper hand. Have to say Mr. Page, you fighting GOOD tonight. With me being an ex-firefighter and all, think it's time to put some of that fire out now.
You ram your shoulder in me, the crowd even counting it, the ref I noticed counting it too. Thing is, I ain't no rag doll dummy for you to practice on, and ain't just gonna stand here and take it. First shoulder rams hits with me clenching up to help mitigate it with my well toned abs, my left arm coming loose off the ropes. Second hit, still clenching, right arm comes loose. You get that nasty third hit in, and that's when I punish you real bad. I wrap my left arm around your neck, holding my breath as I do needing to power through your assault, then throw my right knee up into your gut so I can get a moment of control. I then take a breath, pivot to right, and drop you down in a well placed DDT to the canvas. There is a sound of shock coming from some of the audience while I sit there breathing, right hand wiping some sweat from my brow as I do.
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John Page:
Feeling pleased with the spear and hearing the crowd cheer makes me feel real good. I then deliver my shoulders barges to your abs but I can tell you have clench your abs so the first two barges do next to no damage however I feel the third sink in. As I pull back to deliver a fourth shoulder barge you wrap your left arm around my neck I then CRY OUT as your knee strikes my gut which winds me badly. Almost instantly you pivot to the right and drop my head onto the canvas with a very well placed DDT.
My head hits the floor with a sickening sound and leaves me in a condition that will please you immensely, all of my hopes of dominating this first fall, wiped out as my head hit the canvas and totally scrambled my thoughts, I develop a thumping headache. Not sure if the fans have gone quiet or I have a slight concussion but I am at least thankful this match does not include pins of I would have no chance of kicking out in time. I try to get to my knees but my head spins and I fall back to the canvas. ‘Oh shit I need to try to fight through this’ and I try for a second time to get up, making it to my knees with the fans willing me on.
Eugene Scott:
I feel you go down hard in my grip which is good for me because you were doing a number on my abs. Still, breathing hard over you, I feel you start to get up to your knees, and I know I have to act while I have the momentum on my side. You're dazed, practically putty in my hands as I hold you there, thinking about the hold I want to put you in while you're still wearing your trunks. Decide to wear you down a bit more while I'm working you... help to keep the edge in the next round or two. So I pull you down to your front again, on my knees beside you. I slide on up over your rump and pull your right arm back behind you real tight, a grounded hammerlock. With your bell being rung pretty solid from the DDT, and then wrench your other arm back into a double hammerlock, a bit like the Police do when they are holding a man down.
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I hold you there now, feel you struggle good, a bit like I'm at the rodeo. Crowd cheers as I take control of you in such a dominant hold. I can hear your fans though, wanting you not to give up so easily. Ref comes over to check on you, making sure this is all legal, all while your fans pick up the pace chanting your name. "Let's go Page! Let's go Page!" I can't help but to grin to see if you can get out of this, sure do love to watch men struggle in it.
John Page:
As I try to get up with my head spinning you have absolutely no problem prevent me from getting up in fact you pull me back down onto my front and promptly sit your solid glutes on my rump, even through the brain fog that just will not clear after that devastating DDT my cock still knows how to respond to that rump sitting on rump feeling and you will know exactly with is going on in my trunks.
I feel you pulling my right arm up my back and while I do try to fight it, you are in a very dominant position and secure the hammerlock without any real difficulty. I start to struggle but within seconds you also have my left arm secured, meaning I am now in a very tight double hammerlock and while I do struggle I am experienced enough to know that unless I can move little by little towards the ropes and that is very difficult with almost 215lbs of American prime beef sitting on my rump, there are basically only two other ways out of this humiliating hold and that is if you decide you have weakened me enough and let me go or transition into another hold or by my submission and we both know that is not going to happen.
I struggle like mad even though I know the only thing that is going to happen is my loss of energy but remaining still and looking like I am not trying will turn my fans against me, as it is the fans that are cheering are cheering for you in your very dominating position while mine are chanting for me to get escape a virtually inescapable hold. My arms are both turning numb now my shoulders are beginning to throb and to top it all your hot arse sitting on mine is driving my cock crazy making me dread the time that my crotch becomes visible as it could be the most embarrassing moment of my career.
The referee is checking that your hold is legal; he then asks me if I want to submit, to which he receives an expletive followed by a “NO REF”. My fans start to chant "Let's go Page! Let's go Page!” I swear to god your cock is rock hard against my butt cheeks ‘Scott is getting off on humiliating me’. My arms now feeling totally useless but much worse is physiological pain, I have already started to think that this first fall is getting beyond the point that I have any realistic chance of winning and now I start getting these nightmare thoughts that you are very capable of and ruthless enough to take this match 2-0 and those are thoughts that no wrestler, especially a wrestler of my calibre ever wants to come into their head. A 2-0 loss in a match of this standing will start talk from the press and management about retirement for a wrestler my age’, in fact I want to retire in the near future is irrelevant.
I have been able to inch my way millimetre by millimetre towards the ropes I still have a few millimetres to go and I just pray that my feet reaches the rope before you can make a big show in front of the fans of letting me out of the hold I feel humiliated enough without it being made any worse.
Eugene Scott:
This has got to sting at John’s ego right now, and that’s just from the position, wonder how he feels about my rock hard dick pressed against his ass like this. Anyhow, less talking about psychological torment and more with the physical torture. With you locked down under me real good, I feel you struggle trying to get to the ropes. It’s a vain effort, and exactly what this hold is designed to do, let the person burn themselves out; it’s why the police use it. So I ride you as you struggle those inches, and right as it seems like you are making some sort of effort, that’s when I transition to the next step of this hold.
It’s at this point I do something risky. I slide off your back towards the center of the ring, giving you a clear view of the ropes you are so eager to get to, all while keeping one knee on your back. Normally here I’d strip your trunks down to your ankles, but rules say I can’t do the stripping yet until you lose the first round, so I have to make do. I cross one leg behind the knee of the other, then lock in place by using the other leg. I then start to wrench it over your body, kind of like a scorpion’s tail. I apply some good pressure as the crowd continues to chant for you. You can make it to the ropes if you try hard. Smile on my face, I wonder if you will endure for the sake of your fanbase, or if you will tapout right now so I can start having some real fun with your naked body next round.
You are not logged in. - Scorpion Leg Lock
John Page:
‘Come on John you can fight through this” my fans are great and that chant gets louder as more join in. ‘I can do this’ I am getting close to the ropes now but I feel my energy levels diminishing fast. If my hands were free now I could maybe almost reach the rope but I need a few more centimetres before I will be able to stretch my foot out and I hope to God the referee is looking when I do. I am almost there when you slide off my back however you keep me pinned down with your knee, my arms feel numb and useless. You waste no time and quickly cross and lock up my legs. I take in a few deep breaths of air in an attempt to get some much needed oxygen into my muscles.
As you start to wrench my legs over my body towards my head. The pain is immediate and makes me CRY out. The referee is watching my face and also to see if I get a ropes break. I am very near to giving you the submission that you want so badly and I am determined not to suffer the embarrassment of losing my trunks to you but I cannot quite reach the bloody rope. The encouragement of my fans sounds more and more desperate, as if they can tell how near I am to losing this first fall. ‘Ok John now or never!” I cry with the extra pain but I grab the rope.
You are not logged in. - Rope Grab
Eugene Scott:
Alright, you manage to grab the rope. Ref looks at me, his accents nice and strong, telling me to let go with his stiff upper lip. I let go, hold up my hands with that grin on my face, then pat you there on your sweaty back. I then press down on it, letting my full weight rest on you as I push myself up to standing. I look down at you as I get to my feet, just thinking about what I'm going to do to you next, a light sheen on my body from exertion and heavy lights shining down on us.
I reach down and grab you by your trunks, them stretching as I do, giving the audience a nice glimpse of your ass as they are pull some from your backside. Can't help but to notice the Ref blush a little as a result. I pull you up to your feet and back to the center of the ring, then I go to set you up for something nice. I pull you to my chest with my arm behind yours and around your neck, kind of like an Abdominal Stretch. Gets a bit worse though as I reach between your legs, my hand lingering more than it needs to around your crotch to feel just how hard you are in those red trunks of yours. I grab your hand pulling it between your legs, and hold you there for a moment so the whole crowd and all them cameras can catch you in such a vulnerable exposed position.
You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Pump Handle Suplex
I then try to lift you up and slam you down in a Pump Handle Suplex.
John Page:
The referee instructs you to let go ‘I love the referees we have over here, they are so much more authoritarian than the ones you have in the states’. I feel you pat my back then immediately push down hard on my back as you stand up in a show of your dominance so far in this first session. Reaching down you grab the back of my trunks, I feel the cool air as you pull my waistband and expose some of my ass which brings a cheer and sniggers from the crowd.
You pull me up and to the centre of the ring then set me up in what I am expecting to be an abdominal stretch, then reaching between my legs, I feel you checking out my massive erection. I BLUSH, then pulling my hand between my legs ‘shit I know already what is coming’ you delay the execution of what I know is going to hurt like hell just so you can fulfil your ego and I guess make a show for the fans the pull me up and slam me down hard on the ring floor. My back SLAMS hard into the ring floor; the ring shakes and rattles, I SHOUT out in pain as it feels like several explosions go off at the same time in different areas of my back. I clear GASP can be heard and I roll in pain towards my own corner where I manage to slump, my ass on the canvas, pressing my back into the padding in an attempt to calm down the pain. I see you looking and in a sign of defiance I show you my middle finger which brings a ROAR of approval!
You are not logged in. - Middle Finger
Eugene Scott:
I slam you down hard, the echo running through the whole arena, me shaking my head cus that looked painful. Alright, I think it’s time to end this first round and get the real fun going; afterall if I beat him down too much, I won't be able to put him in too many holds when he’s fully naked. Would be a real shame… for all them paying customers of course. I move over to your feet now, grab one of them ankles real good, and then spin around a bit like I’m the Nature Boy himself, that nasty American heel who loved to embarrass other nation wrestlers real bad.
I set you up for figure four. I ain’t without compassion, know how this move busted up a leg of yours before. I make sure that I you up in a way that the pressure will be on your good leg, then give you a nod as you look up at me with that red face. Best part about this move is how it puts the whole body on display including that massive hardon you got going. Considered saving it till later, but there’s only so many moves I can do to you in the second round before I win this match completely.
I fall back now on my rump and give out a loud “WHOOO!” to the crowd, pressure locked in as we are in the center of the ring. They cheer, a couple laugh, but all in all they seem real excited over your body being flat and on display. I smile real wide looking at the pain shoot up over your face, us making some eye contact. I expect you to struggle, try to make it to the ropes again; if you do I spread my arms nice and wide, my own body on display for the crowd as you struggle and scream
You are not logged in. - Figure Four (Nature Boy)
John Page:
I do not even get time to think about getting to my feet before you grab one of my ankles yanking me out of the corner and make a show of spinning around with it ‘you remind me of an American wrestler way back when I was a youngster name of Ric Flair, I shot many a load while watching him”. It is then that I realise what you intend to do and I panic, memories of my title loss flood my mind the days in hospital and weeks of convulsing that followed the times doctors told me I should not wrestle again. Sure enough you set up the figure four leg lock and I realise you have set it up so my injured leg is not going to take the pressure. I look up at you and you give me a nod, already feeling embarrassed knowing that my cock is tenting my trunks and the second you drop back it will be clear to everyone watching here and at home not to mention the millions who will see it once the event goes out on general release.
Then it happens you fall back on your ass and give out a loud “WHOOO!” between that and the noise of the crowd my screams cannot be heard. The pain is excruciating. I already hear cheers from the crowd and some laugh but the excitement is electric and I know it is because my cock is pointing directly upwards towards the lights. I look and see the smile on your handsome face is almost a grin and then our eyes meet, yours are saying ‘I got ya’ mine say ‘ya got me’. I make an effort to reach for the ropes but they are well out of reach. I am forced to do the one thing I and every wrestler dreads and I do it because I cannot take the pain any longer. I look at the referee and nod my head at the same time I tap both hands on the canvas three times but do not give you the satisfaction of a verbal submission.
You are not logged in. - Figure Four on John Page
Eugene Scott:
You deny me the verbal submission, and ya know, that's okay. I'll make sure to finish you later in a way that you have to scream it out next time, but for now I just grin watching suffer some and tap. You are a fucking beautiful man to watch suffer Mr. Page, you can see my enjoyment in my face. That ref looks at me, all serious looking with his stern expression; I think I like him, he doesn't take shit. I release the figure four and start to pull myself up to my feet, the ref coming over to me to acknowledge my win of the first fall. I see some reluctance in him to reach over and grab my hand, but he does and raises in the air while I stand over you, one clear victory so far. My eyes turn down to you as you are starting to recover, that Yankie smile on my face as I step away from the ref and tower over you. You know what time it is...
I kick your legs apart as you are probably holding one of your knees, step right between your thighs looking down at you. I put a blue boot on the center of your chest and hold you down, no pain, but some pressure. Then I drop to one knee then bring my left set of fingers to your waistband, watching your face as you know I'm about to strip you good. My right hand comes down and feels your bulge, your fully erect 7 inch cock hiding in your trunks, and I feel it up good making sure it's rock hard. Finally I put those fingers in the waistband as well, spread my hands to your hips and give those red trunks a tug. We both know tight trunks are not an instant strip, I give another and the backside finally comes down, your bubble on the fancy canvas of this arena. Another pull and finally the show stopper comes out, your hot dick.
The big screen display for the crowd shows your cock in glorious 8k resolution, it showing perfectly as a cameraman outside the rings is zoomed in right on it. The crowd was silent as I started the stripping process, but then erupts as you are exposed with cheers for me. They start calling my name as I continue to pull the trunks off you, down your legs, over your right boot. Once I'm holding them in the air with my left hand, my right grabs your cock again as I have that smile one, rubs it a little with my fingers, then I release. I stand up and turn my back to give your 2 minute rest as I hang those red trunks over the steep post of my corner, the best damn souvenir I'm taking home from this trip to London.
John Page:
Giving you that submission was maybe the hardest thing I have had to do since the submission that lost me my belt to the brutal Aussie and if I could have held on a minute longer I would have. I watch your face as you realise I have submitted and it is full of pure enjoyment. After the referee gives you a stern look, you release the figure four reasonably quickly but in my position it seems to take a long time.
I remain in place nursing my knee as you stand proudly over me while the referee raises your hand and you receive a huge standing ovation from the huge crowd while I experience the most embarrassing moment that I have ever endured during my long career. I also know that you are going to enjoy adding to that embracement over the next minute or two. As I watch you standing over me I would never tell you this while we are in a match but you are turning me on like hell but then who could blame me? Because along with your son and one other wrestler who I lost to recently in the States you are in the top three most sexy, hot Americans I have ever been in the ring with.
Your celebrations now over, you look down at me with that smug smile on your face, you stand tall over me and say all cocky like “You know what time it” I look up thinking ‘Oh I fucking know what time it is and I know you will say it is only for the enjoyment of paying fans but I know you are going to take great pleasure in making my humiliation just as bad as it possibly can be’. You kick my legs apart, making me wince again. Then holding a leg you step between my thighs and while out eyes meet again you place you blue boot on my chest that not only secures me in place but is also a sign of your dominance so far in the match ‘I am going to pay you back for this bigtime’. Dropping to your knees you grab the waistband of my trunks and look into my eyes ‘I am not sure if you are aware that through all of this humiliation that I am suffering you are still turning me on like crazy and causing some very confusing messages for my brain to deal with’.
As your right hand feels my bulge I am ashamed to admit it but I am so turned on that I cannot stop it flexing for you as if it is saluting your victory. You then finally start to pull my trunks down slowly. You peel them down until finally I feel cool air on my cock as it springs straight up like a pole; the noise of the crowd is defining. All I hear is “EUGENE EUGENE EUGENE” I am also looking directly at one of the huge screens, the shame I am feeling is so overwhelming that I can feel tears forming in my eyes. You continue to remove my trunks, finally slipping them over my boots. You proudly hold them up to another huge roar of approval. I am lost in my own misery and yet you are still not content, you grab my cock, while giving me that seductive smile knowing damn well that this humiliation has also turned me on, you rub my cock.
I think for a second as my balls churn that I am going to shoot a load for you right now but thankfully just as my balls churn you stop, take my trunks and walk back to your corner, placing my trunks on your corner post. I slowly get to my feet, my head hung in shame and take the longest short walk of my life to my corner where a corner man offers me a bottle of water and a towel to which I refuse.
You are not logged in. - John Page Exposed
I stand resting with an erection that refuses to go down watching them replay to the stripping sequence on the big screens. As the time break ticks by I become more and more angry and aggressive until all I want to do is destroy you. ‘Oh Mr Scott you are so going to pay for trashing my reputation you may leave this ring with my trunks but you will also leave it with a sore fucking ass.
Published: 2022-01-06, viewed 148 times.
AdienMangler (deleted member)
2022-01-07 16:46Gents you all are pumping out a great match here!! What a great read!!
John Page-Scott (deleted member)
2022-01-07 18:43(In reply to this)
Thank you Adien, It was a hard and humiliating round. Mr Scott lives up to his reputation and proves his win/loss record is no fluke. JP
Eugene Scott (deleted member)
2022-01-07 17:21(In reply to this)
Thank you sir. Part 2 coming up soon I think.