International Pro Wrestling

21:43 Myles_Martell: There you are you big blond cunt
21:44 Ivan_Kavarin: Wow! Watch your language, Frenchman! There are children here! *I say as I gesture at Ahmed in the distance*
21:45 Myles_Martell: OH? My language? At least its not the guttural rumblings of a drunken bully that is your entire sad excuse of a country
21:46 Ivan_Kavarin: Heh...you Western Europeans are such elitists...remember, we write beautiful literature and you write books about your surrenders to us.
21:49 Myles_Martell: You write like a dyslexic Pole with all the subtlety of a rocket launcher
21:50 Ivan_Kavarin: You're right...I have no subtlety when I am beating you like a naughty dog in the ring. Remember our last match? I do.
21:52 Myles_Martell: You only one because you had to pay the ref off to side with you! If we get a neutral ref then I'll pound you like a round of Napoleonic cannons!
21:53 Myles_Martell: By the way, you're gonna give me back that belt that is rightfully mine!
21:53 Ivan_Kavarin: Pay off the ref? No...he was merely a comrade of mine. Next time we will get a ref from Switzerland and he will be impartially counting my pin over you.
21:54 Ivan_Kavarin: Oh I'll give you this belt alright...but only if you give me a title shot.
21:55 Myles_Martell: your mistake, that belt's gonna be coming home faster than another Russian collapse!
21:55 Ivan_Kavarin: So you agree? You will give me the title match you KNOW I rightfully deserve?
21:56 Myles_Martell: Hah! I'll give you that title match... and I'll even let your cronies watch me as I colonize your ass!
21:57 Ivan_Kavarin: Heh...you colonizing RUSSIA? I'll beat your ass so badly the European Union collapses.
21:58 Myles_Martell: Lets go loser... but obviously I'll have to be wearing that belt into the ring!
21:59 Ivan_Kavarin: Ah yes...I'll give it back to you...*THRUSTS the belt into your chest* but only for a little bit.
21:59 Myles_Martell: I smirk at you, with this belt around my waist I can destroy anyone, "If by 'little' you mean 'until the day you retire'"
22:01 Ivan_Kavarin: *Rolls my eyes*...A belt does not give you power. Only hard work gives you power. *I double bicep flex as I walk away*
22:05 Myles_Martell: I smile as I watch you walk away from me, "yeah turn your back and run, pussy!" I taunt. Management's been waiting for a championship match for weeks, but they haven't found any opponent that could really match me. Not Cade Lundquist, not Pearson Hammer, not even Santiago Velazquez... but now the Russian Ravager seems to be just enough to give the fans the match they wanted. I head off to tell the bosses the good news, that after going back and forth with Kavarin for weeks, the belt will finally be on the line tonight...
22:06 Ivan_Kavarin: I hear your taunt but simply grin...it shows weakness and desperation. I walk towards the locker room and quickly find my buddies, Kristian Ludic and Vladimir Radukan, to tell them the good news. I've finally secured a match with the champion! They congratulate me and we do a celebratory, non-homosexual group hug. Together we start working out the plan to defeat the mighty Frenchman. I can't underestimate him, he's no joke whatsoever. My bloc of soviet wrestlers have been studying the Frenchman's style for weeks now. Meanwhile, I have been getting wins over Ryan Rowdy, Lucio Garza, and the pitiful Hasan Afshari since. The crowd will be eager to see our match...and I will not disappoint them or our union!
22:16 Myles_Martell: As I walk through the halls of the arena, the guys make way as their champ passes. I know full well that Ivan and his little Red Army are cheaters, but if they try anything I have a little surprise lined up for them. Apollo Bowens, Lukas Klein, Jake Valiant... I have a whole NATO-club of wrestlers ready to intervene if they make a move. I'm waiting backstage, some of the guys giving me reassurance as I get ready... I'm announced first, as my entrance theme plays, "introducing first... your IPW World Champion... standing at 6'0" and weighing 220 lbs... The Hammer of the Rhone... Myles... MARTELL!!!" I strut out onto the stage, flexing for my fans before heading down the ramp and stepping through the ropes, holding my championship belt up high for the world to see as the cameras take in my glistening muscles...
22:20 Ivan_Kavarin: My men and I finalize our plan. We will crush the weak Frenchman and claim our victory. Just in case those Westerners try anything...I have Dustin Slavek and Niko Adamov on surveillance as well. I head backstage and listen to the cocky Frenchman get introduced, the fans going wild for their champion, but this will be his last intro as the IPW World Champ. Finally my turn to come out, the announcer begins.."Annnnd his opponent...weighing 260 lbs and standing at 6'4"... the Russian Ravager... IVAN... KAVARIIINNN!!" he screams as I walk out stoically, showing off my muscles while maintaining full eye contact with the Frenchy as I step into the ring.
22:23 Myles_Martell: I'm bouncing on my toes as you step through the ropes, knowing in this match my usual strength and power will be neutralized by yours, so I'll have to rely on speed instead. The ref holds up the belt over the crowd before the bell rings, and I FLEX for the crowd, showing off my own muscular body.
22:24 Ivan_Kavarin: The Frenchman on his toes already, he must be sweating in his boots given my massive size advantage. I have four inches and 40 pounds on him. Us Russians are simply superior. I wait for the bell to ring...DING DING DING...then I start circling my prey.
22:26 Myles_Martell: We circle after the bell rings, both bodies rippling in the lights overhead, waiting and watching as you lumber around the ring, big but stupid. As you lunge at me for the lock up I suddenly dive under your arm, behind you in a rear waistlock...
22:27 Ivan_Kavarin: He's certainly got some muscles...for a little French twig. I maintain my composure as we circle each other, but then the quick little French snake wraps around me as I lunge at him. He grabs me in a rear waistlock...but with my size advantage, I easily reach back, grabbing his neck for a judo throw over my shoulder!
22:29 Myles_Martell: From behind, I try to push or pull, but you plant your boots down on the canvas and you're completely immoveable. Despite getting the first move in, you retaliate with as much speed as you have strength, grabbing my neck and throwing me over your shoulder. I land on the canvas with a grunt, before rolling back to a knee, glaring at you as I plan my next move...
22:31 Ivan_Kavarin: Planting my feet down, as strong as a boulder lodged in the snow of Siberia, as the French pansy sails over me. You quickly roll up to your knees, like a little bug that needs to be squashed! I rush towards you going for a big clothesline, trying to send you down to the mat!
22:32 Myles_Martell: You rush at me with a clothesline, and almost as quickly I swing backwards, landing on my back as your clothesline sails over me. I kip up to my feet, spinning around and slamming into your head with a huge roundhouse kick...
22:33 Ivan_Kavarin: I tried to catch the weak little Frenchman off guard, but he's too quick for that. My clothesline fails as the crowd marvels at your backwards swing, and your boot SLAMMS into my face hard! Falling down to one knee as your kick disorients me. "Look at that MOVEMENT! Myles isn't going down with a fight!" the announcer screams.
22:35 Myles_Martell: I smile, having the big Russian brute on his knees is pretty satisfying, I turn around, running at the ropes before spinning around at the last moment to rebound. Using the momentum of the ropes, I charge at you, at the last moment leaping up into the air and aiming a massive dropkick to your head..
22:37 Ivan_Kavarin: I feel the ring start shaking as the Frenchman runs the ropes. Still trying to figure out where I am in the ring after that roundhouse kick...I look up just as you're in front of me and see your big boots FLYING towards my face! BAMMM...they slam into me and I'm sent down onto the mat, spread-eagled and seeing stars. My fist still clenched but my vision blurry.
22:38 Myles_Martell: I smile as you drop to your back, it must've been a while since anyone's been able to drop you this quickly, yet I've achieved what others thought impossible in the opening salvos of this match. I FLEX for the crowd before positioning an elbow, and then dropping it across your massive pale pecs..
22:40 Ivan_Kavarin: Fuck! I underestimated this French bastard. He might be small but he certainly packs a punch. I start coming to my senses, about to get up, when your elbow SMASHES hard and deep into my built, pale pecs! My legs flail up a bit and I give out a little howl. I might be down...but I'm nowhere near out. Before you can get up, I wrap my arm around your neck and PULL you in tight for a guillotine choke!
22:42 Myles_Martell: I start getting more confident, cocky even, holding down my elbow and grinding it across your pecs, flexing for the crowd to show off a little, but you're not nearly as winded as I thought you were. You reach out, arm wrapping around my neck like a massive python and locking on a guillotine choke. I grunt and struggle, flailing wildly but your choke is locked on tight..
22:43 Ivan_Kavarin: "Ahh yes...tale as old as time, the French pretty boy gets dominated by the big Russian bear." I say into your ear as you struggle and flail. I make sure to roll us both over to humiliate you a bit more, my big Russian package clad with the Soviet flag grinding into your ass as we turn over. I wrap my legs around your waist to keep you locked in as I drain the life out of you.
22:45 Myles_Martell: Your arm holding my neck in its grasp, I flail around, swinging punches and kicks everywhere but they barely graze you. My oxygen is cut off, muscles failing as there's no air to fuel them. You feel my body start to fade, with your massive package massaging my red-white-and-blue covered ass...
22:47 Ivan_Kavarin: I continue to DOMINATE your neck and body, I could put you out right now if I wanted to. I grin as I have full control over you...then I hear someone in the crowd scream "YEAH IVAN, HUMP HIS ASS HARDER!" and they all laugh...my face turning red..."Ivan's taking Myles on a very...sensual ride!" the announcer adds as I scoff and drop the hold, I grab you up by the hair instead and lock you in a standing guillotine!
22:49 Myles_Martell: I'm almost unconscious, this early in the match and my big hunky body is already fading away, my strength being seeped by your choke. Your bulge is riding my ass like you're trying to break in a horse. You break the hold, I gasp for breath before you grab my hair and drag me up, this time locking me in a standing guillotine...
22:51 Ivan_Kavarin: Giving the death stare to the guy in the crowd who taunted me...but then I focus back on my lovely French punching bag. WRENCHING in the choke even harder, giving me a great chance to show off my big muscles. Hearing you gasp for air as you flail and beg for mercy..."maybe the Great Ivan does believe in mercy..." I say before a DDT your skull hard into the mat!
22:53 Myles_Martell: You wrench the choke hard, my body shuddering and panting as my hands slap at your sides and arms. Despite all my best efforts, I can't escape, I'm practically imprisoned in your trap as you show off my quivering ass to the fans. THUD! Your DDT slams my skull hard into the canvas, my head bounces off and I lay flat on my back, spread-eagled and blinking dumbly into the lights overhead...
22:55 Ivan_Kavarin: The crowd POPS after I slam your head into the mat! Your fans going wild with boos..."THIS IS YOUR CHAMPION?" I scream at them...then I start flexing my big Russian muscles at them..."NO...THISSS IS YOUR CHAMPION!" I scream as I stand over your legs and give them an even bigger double bicep flex. The adrenaline and testosterone rushing through my body as the boos and the cheers blend together!
22:56 Myles_Martell: I'm laid out on the canvas, my chest heaves with each breath as I try to make sense of whats happening. The only feeling I have is a soreness in my neck. Slowly, I roll over onto my stomach, trying to drag myself towards the ropes to get up...
22:58 Ivan_Kavarin: Flexing for the fans as I bathe in the flashes of the cameras. But then I turn my attention back to you, I see you nearing the ropes and I strut towards you. I grab you up by the hair and place your neck on the middle rope. We both know what's coming next as I PRESS down hard on your back and start choking you out against the ropes!
23:00 Myles_Martell: I'm almost at the ropes... if I can just reach them I know I can get back up... but your momentary distraction ends as you turn back towards me. Seeing me by the ropes gives you a shot of cruel inspiration, you grab my hair, lifting me up and placing my neck over the middle rope, before slamming your leg down on my back, choking me on the ropes as I flail and gag... "With Ivan taking out Myles' lifeline we might see another French surrender soon!" the announcer laughs...
23:02 Ivan_Kavarin: Dominating your neck once again as I PRESS your throat harder and harder into the ropes! Squeezing the air out of you as the crowd can certainly see your face turning blue by now! But I suddenly release the hold and start running off to the opposite ropes. I ricochet off of them and start running towards you. Giving a big cocky FLEX as I jummmp towards you with my legs aimed around the back of your neck!
23:04 Myles_Martell: My neck grinding against the rope, leaving a bright red friction burn that's gonna look like I've been hanged for weeks... finally you release my neck, before charging across the ring. I'm too limp to respond but I can hear your boots slamming across the canvas, ricocheting off the ropes before slamming down your crotch down on the back of my neck. I let out a loud grunt as I fall off the ropes and onto the canvas...
23:07 Ivan_Kavarin: My risky flying move works out perfectly! GRINDING your neck even harder into the ropes as I smother my package over the back of your neck. I use the top rope to pull myself off of you as you fall onto the canvas. Seeing you gasping for air under me, I simply STOMP a boot onto your chest and FLEX my massive muscles!
23:09 Myles_Martell: I'm down on the canvas, Fuuuuuck... moaning in pain as I gasp for air, trying desperately to fill my lungs, I could've sworn that you crushed my neck... your boot stomps down onto my sweaty chest, as you flex and show off. Nooo... I don't want to get jobbed out that easily... I grab your ankle and yank it hard, trying to trip you...
23:11 Ivan_Kavarin: Feeling cocky as I have the Frenchman submissive and underneath my boot. I continue to flex and even give the crowd a few crotch thrusts to show off my big dominant package. I'm on the top of the world. Until I suddenly feel you YANK my ankle from underneath me!! I start bouncing on the other leg, my once proud package now dangling helplessly!
23:12 Myles_Martell: I can feel you bouncing around, glaring at you as I hold you by the ankle, I sit up before climbing up to my legs, still holding down on your leg, before SHOVING you back. As you're off balance, I rush at you, aiming a massive clothesline right to your neck...
23:13 Ivan_Kavarin: The quick Frenchman on his feet now, and still has me by the ankle. "Looks like Ivan's in trouble now...should have spent less time flexing and more time wrestling!" the announcer says as you shove me back, then SLAMMM your arm into my neck before I can react, sending me down to the mat!
23:14 Myles_Martell: My clothesline connects, dropping you to the mat as I follow suit. My own momentum drops me to a knee, where I kneel for a few moments, panting and massaging my sore neck. I turn my attention back to you while you're still on the canvas, grabbing you by your hair and slamming your head into the canvas over and over again, my rage building up inside of me...
23:16 Ivan_Kavarin: Grabbing my neck in pain, not to mention the back of my head which you just slammed into the canvas...but I don't catch a break as you grab me by the hair and SMASH my head into the mat over and over again. I try to grab your wrist to make you stop but my head is spinning now...
23:17 Myles_Martell: Over and over again I try to bash your skull to pieces, before after a few more slams I finish. "You enjoying THIS yet, bitch!" I taunt as I get up, grabbing a fistful of your blond hair and dragging you to your feet. I switch to your wrist, before whipping you hard into the corner...
23:18 Ivan_Kavarin: "Myles is MAD...he clearly doesn't like being choked...the champ is BRUTALIZING Ivan in there!" the announcer screams before you grab me up by the hair and get me up to my feet. You grab my wrist before I can fight back, my head still pounding, before you whip me to the corner and my back slams hard into it. I can see the grinning Frenchman from across the ring...
23:19 Myles_Martell: I grin, having you cornered like the big dumb jobber that you ought to be. Before I launch myself at you, charging across the ring and lowering my shoulder, aiming down for a massive spear into your midsection to try and snap you in half...
23:21 Ivan_Kavarin: The Frenchman knows he has the speed over me, it's all he really has, so I know he's going to come barrelling at me! The ring shakes...my vision still blurred from the skull trauma you just gave me...but just at the last second when I see you getting close enough, I DIVE out of the way and let you smash into the ring post like a big, dumb French bull!
23:23 Myles_Martell: I'm charging recklessly across the ring, my momentum has gone past the point of stopping, even as I watch in horror as you dive out of the corner. "AARRGHHH!" my shoulder explodes in pain as it connects with the metal ringpost, rebounding out of the corner and slumping over the bottom turnbuckle...
23:25 Ivan_Kavarin: I hear your brutal scream...my plan worked, just like my Soviet brothers told me it would. The cocky Frenchman LOVES to charge at his opponents. I get up and walk over to the corner where you're writhing in agony. I turn you over so that you're facing me as I sit you up in the corner...I grin as I kneel down and start SLUGGING your pecs with punches!
23:26 Myles_Martell: My muscular body is draped over the turnbuckle, like a slab of meat ready to be slaughtered... and that's what you begin to do. You turn me over as I moan, kneeling down and slugging punch after punch into my pecs. My muscled chest being used as your punching bag as I groan and try to endure the pain...
23:27 Ivan_Kavarin: "OOooh and Ivan is going to TOWN on Myles' beefy model pecs!" the announcer says as I give you a few more shots to your mighty chest. Then I stand up...and start STOMPING down on your gut, trying to take even more wind out of you as my big feet SMASH down onto your abs, crushing you further into the corner!
23:29 Myles_Martell: After a few more punches, you finish with my pecs, leaving bright red marks where your knuckles mashed the muscles into beaten meat. You stand up, this time moving your focus down my torso and towards my gut. Your boot slams into my abs, "UUUGHHH!" I let out a whine as your boot grinds into my six-pack, crushing me into the corner as my hands slap weakly at your thigh...
23:30 Ivan_Kavarin: "THIS IS MY RING, AND THAT'S MY BELT!" I scream as my stomps get more vicious...when I finally have you laid out on the mat, I drop to my knees and pull up my biceps. Then I start PUNCHING down hard into your weakened abs, my knuckles digging deep into your core as my fists pound it hard. "YOU'RE NO CHAMP, YOU'RE A BIG, FRENCH JOBBER!" I scream as I continue to slam punches into your gut.
23:31 Myles_Martell: Your stomps grind further into my abs, my hard ab wall breaking down and softening with each punch. When I'm finally laid down on the mat, you drop down to your knees, pulling arm after arm, fist after fist landing on my weakened abs as I grunt with each punch, "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" my body being bashed and broken as I'm completely defenseless...
23:33 Ivan_Kavarin: My arms getting a bit fatigued after all of this brutal meat tenderizing...so I give them a break by reaching forward and GRABBING your pecs. Digging my big Russian hands into your tanned, model-like pecs and SQUEEZING them hard. Grinning at you as your face starts contorting from the pain! The crowd in shock at the brutality!
23:37 Myles_Martell: You've thoroughly worked over my torso, punches and stomps wrecking my pecs and abs until the meat has softened and broken. "Ivan is putting Myles' body through the meat grinder... just the first step of making mincemeat out of his opponent!" The ref shouts, and as if on cue, You switch to a double pec claw that rips into my pecs, like a big Russian bear tearing into its prey... I scream and flail as your hands dig into my softened pecs, ripping apart the broken muscle...
23:38 Ivan_Kavarin: Tearing you apart like you're a helpless French deer and I'm a mighty Siberian wolf! The crowd going wild for my brutal domination as the cameraman puts your O-face up on the big screen. I LIFT you up with my big Russian muscles and SUSPEND you in the air with a brutal DANGLING PEC CLAW!! Lifting the shorter Frenchman up as I parade your jobber body around MY ring!
23:40 Myles_Martell: This match is practically over, I've been reduced to your personal playtoy, completely helpless in your grasp. You use my pecs as handles, dragging me back up, before lifting me into the air. Your fingers digging deep into my pecs. I scream in pain as i dangle in the air, held aloft by my pecs...
23:42 Ivan_Kavarin: "The Mighty French champion of the world...getting utterly DOMINATED by Russia...sound familiar, Myles?" I taunt you as I hoist you around the ring for a few more seconds, before SLAMMING you down for a brutal PEC SLAM! Your head, neck and back smashing against the canvas as I stand proudly and FLEX my mighty Russian muscles over you!
23:43 Myles_Martell: You parade me around the ring a bit, my muscles quivering, body glistening with sweat, ass and bulge shoved into too tight french flag trunks. Some of the women... and men in the crowd getting sweaty and hot watching me suffer. Finally you slam me down by my pecs, my head, neck, and back crashing into the canvas with a loud THUD as the sound echoes through the arena...
23:46 Ivan_Kavarin: The Frenchman's body smashing into the canvas...not a single sign of fight left in him as the crowd can't help but stare at the damage! Finally, with a shred of mercy left in me...I decide to go for my finisher. I turn you onto your stomach and grab your hair..."OH NO...THIS COULD BE IT...IS IVAN ABOUT TO DO IT?" the announcer says as I LOCKKK you tight in a brutal Dragon Sleeper! "That's it!! WINTER'S GRASP!" the announcer screams as I SMOTHER your weak face into my pit and I use my free arm as a battering ram against your pecs! "IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO SURRENDER TO RUSSIA, FRENCH BOY...JUST LIKE NAPOLEON DID!" I scream!
23:48 Myles_Martell: My hot body is laid out, stunned, with a stupid, dominated look plastering my face. The champ just went from the top and fell to rock bottom. You decide to end the match, going for your finisher, turning me onto my stomach as you lift me up, locking me in a dragon sleeper. I moan as my body is stretched out,n ruined pecs and abs displayed as you start slamming arm after arm into my pecs, body jolting with each blow...
23:50 Ivan_Kavarin: "HE'S TEARING THE FRENCHMAN APART...THIS COULD BE IT!" the announcer screams as I raise my eyebrows at the crowd...then WRENCH the brutal dragon sleeper even harder! Showing off your helpless pecs as I BEND your back to its limit and GRIND my sweaty pit in your face! Raising my free arm up again as I start BATTERING your pecs over and over...my fans in the crowd cheering with his devastating STRIKE ..."SURRENDER, NAPOLEON, YOU CANNOT OUTLAST THE RUSSIAN WINTER!" I scream!
23:52 Myles_Martell: Over and over again, your forearm batters my pecs. My back is bent out of shape, body bent beyond its limits. I'm being dominated so badly that my brain has fried, unable to comprehend what is going on. The only movements of my body are in jolting, shuddering responses to each slam. Finally, once my brain finally registers that there's no way out of here, I meekly tap on your arm...
23:55 Ivan_Kavarin: I feel you tapping out on my arm and I start grinning...the ref sees it too and calls for the bell!!! DING DING DING..."After a meek and humiliating tapout from the Frenchman... YOUR WINNER...BY WAY OF BRUTAL SUBMISSION...AND NEEWWW IPW WORLD CHAMPIIOOONN....THE RUSSIAN RAVAGER...IVAN KAVARINNNN!!" the announcer screams as I finally drop you onto the mat and the ref hands me the belt! The crowd going wild with mostly boos as I PLANT my boot onto you and flex for my new peasants!
23:57 Myles_Martell: I can hear the bell, and you wrench one more time before releasing me. I'm practically passed out, face down, ass in the air, and drooling on the canvas. You plant your boot onto my back, eliciting another soft moan from me as you flex for the crowd, showing off as you've conquered my body...
00:02 Ivan_Kavarin: Looking down and seeing the dishevelled Frenchman under me, a shadow of his former self without the belt...but it's ALL mine now! "I am the CHAMPION...RUSSIA IS VICTORIOUS!!!" I scream as I put the belt over my shoulder and grab you up...forcing you to stand and raise my arm as the winner. I feel you struggling to stand, and the crowd starts booing me...so I grab you by the throat...then HOIST you up for a brutal CHOKESLAM!
00:04 Myles_Martell: You roar at me as you grab me up, forcing me to stand as I stumble on my feet, barely conscious and with a dazed look on my face. I'm about to collapse again before you grab me by my throat, my body hanging limp as you lift me into the air... before SLAMMING me back down to the canvas in a ring-shaking chokeslam... my will to fight drained out of me...
00:05 Ivan_Kavarin: Your limp body flailing around as I SLAM you down onto the mat! Raising my arms up and showing off another cocky flex to the crowd. "Ivan is MAD with power...he's brutalizing the former champ!" the announcer says as I grab you up by the hair yet again and this time lock you in a full nelson! Swinging you around in my arms while I scream into your ears..."WHO'S THE CHAMPION NOW? AND WHO'S THE WEAKLING WHO SURRENDERED TO HIM?" I shout as I use my height advantage to truly make you flail around in my full nelson!
00:07 Myles_Martell: You grab me by my hair again, determined to destroy what's left of me and my dignity. Lifted back up to my feet, this time, locked in your full nelson. I moan as your bulge rubs against my ass again, you swing me around, dizzying me as you stretch out my neck. My body heaves and shudders for the crowd...
00:09 Ivan_Kavarin: Grinding my big Russian bulge up your ass as I start purposefully dry humping you out of excitement. "And here's a memoir from another French military defeat!" I say into your ear before I LAUNCH you back for a brutal GERMAN SUPLEX! As you smash into the mat I look up and see my Polish buddy giving me the single...our NATO enemies have cleared out after the loss...now begins the fun!
00:11 Myles_Martell: Your bulge dry humping my ass as I moan, everyone knows that you're the winner and I'm the loser, so why keep tormenting me? But its because you are the master of this ring, and I am your jobbed out pretty boy. You launch me up, SLAMMING me down with a brutal German suplex, my whole body shakes as I'm pounded into the canvas. Left alone and at the mercy of you and your allies...
00:13 Ivan_Kavarin: With your ass up after that brutal German suplex I finally allow you to crumble into a sad, pathetic, surrender French mess...your natural state of course. I grab your head up and scream into your face..."NEVER enter my ring again, you weak French MODEL!" The crowd in shock as I hoist you up and DOMINATE your back with a TORTURE RACK! Grabbing your neck and bulge as I WRENCH your back hard and start walking out of the ring with you.
00:15 Myles_Martell: You shout in my face, spittle flying from your mouth as I can smell the vodka on your breath... you hoist me up, laying me over your shoulders, before stretching out my back in a brutal torture rack. I moan and cry out in pain as you bend my back out some more, draped helplessly over your shoulder as you carry me out of the ring, ref scrambling to get out of the way...
00:17 Ivan_Kavarin: The ref too scared to even think about interfering as I have the World Champ belt around my waist and the former World Champ draped across my shoulders in a humiliating torture rack! I bring him up the ramp and I get immediately greeted by some of my buddies...the Croatian Savage, the Romanian Crusher and the Polish Powerhouse! I drop you down and the three of them start STOMPING on you hard!
00:20 Myles_Martell: You carry me up the ramp, I'm broken and exhausted, only able to groan and occasionally flail a bit before you wrench my back some more, adding some more pressure to my already stretched out spine. I see your buddies coming out, and I'm only able to wait and see what they do to me next...
00:22 Ivan_Kavarin: The Frenchman dumped onto the runway as my men go to town on his body... Kristian stomping on his chest and Vlad pounding his abs with punches! The crowd going wild with boos, but I just respond by holding up the belt at them! I snap twice and my men get into formation. The Croatian quickly LOCKED in a camel clutch...and the Romanian tying up your legs for a brutal BOSTON CRAB! Dustin waiting for the next step..."Oh no...if ONLY someone could save the Frenchman..." I say grinning.
00:26 Myles_Martell: You dump me on the ramp like a broken sack of meat. Your allies start beating every inch of my already destroyed body. I lay there and groan, trying desperately to cover myself with my arms but failing miserably. I can hear you snap, and your men turn around, flipping me over, one big man locking me in a camel clutch, the other tying up my legs for a boston crab. "UUNNNGHHHHH!" I moan, completely tied and trapped, unable to escape...
00:28 Ivan_Kavarin: My men systematically dominating every part of your body. Stretching you into submission...but not letting you submit! "If only there was a BIG STRONG American to come save the day..." I say as the Polish stud grabs the back of your French flag waistband and WEDDDGIEESS it deep up your ass...the rest of us can't stop laughing as the crowd boos. "Now that's uncalled for! You already beat him, you don't need to make him wipe his ass with his flag too! the announcer adds.
00:29 Myles_Martell: Stretched out but unable to submit... but there's no match to submit to anyways. You're destroying me to make a point, not to win anymore. Suddenly I feel someone grab the waistband of my trunks and WEDGIE it hard into my ass, making me SQUEAL as the boos echo through the arena...
00:34 Ivan_Kavarin: I lean down, making sure that I'm just a little bit too close to your face as I grin at you intensely. "How about this...we'll give you your freedom if you pledge allegiance to our...Union of Soviets. And you don't seem like you're in any position to refuse." I say as my compatriots WRENCH each of their respective holds..
00:35 Myles_Martell: "AARRGHHH.. ARRRGHHH" screaming as your men wrench the holds again, the wedgie making my squeals even louder. I've been dominated and brutalized badly, with no more chance left to escape. "Fine.. I will" I say meekly between pained moans...
00:38 Ivan_Kavarin: I grin once again, the fans still booing us as we brutalize their former champ..."Just like Napoleon...stretched into submission by mighty Russia...you'll be a great asset to us." I say as I snap my fingers twice and my men instantly let you out of the holds and the Polish stud snapping your wedgie back at you. "Clean yourself up and meet us in our section of the locker room, tomorrow at 6am, don't try to run. You cannot hide from us." I say as we march out of the arena and leave you there, wedgied, dominated and belt-less!
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