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01:34 Lazlo_Kohl: You are not logged in.
Lazlo Kohl, Age 33, 5’10” 184 lbs
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Marcus Chambers, Age 32, 6’0” 194 lbs

01:14 Marcus_Chambers:
The day after my match with Jay, I was contacted by IPW for another match the following day. A wrestler who saw my match with Jay wanted to have a match with me for that particular IPW live show. Usually we don't fight in consecutive events, but the booker insisted, saying that he is a wrestler from another fed. A promising young stud. I know I will look good beating him. Fresh new start in the Fed after a disastrous string of losses. So I am ready to take him on. I look over the locker room mirror one last time, flex as I am in my skimpy white trunks, still waiting for them to give me something better. But I look damn good anyway. Pumped, and I walk out to the arena. Am first to be there, as I slap the hands of the fans, and jump into the ring. Strike up another pose. Yeah! They dig it, taking pictures with their cellphones.

01:32 Lazlo_Kohl:
“Cute and cocky? Nasty string of losses? Pretty boy looks and the heart of a jobber? Yeah, that sounds good. Ah uh, I can do that. Yeah, no worries, I’ll make it look good. Don’t worry, I won’t go overboard and get a DQ this time. Sure thing.” *click* Match signed. Now to deliver. I pad up and through on the trunks from my bag — they’re probably clean, right? I strut down the entrance to the ring in my all black attire, hamming it up for the crowd and taking my sweet time. I hop onto the apron and settle into the far corner. “Come on punk!”

01:36 Marcus_Chambers:
Now my opponent comes into the ring. You are wearing all black and I am only wearing these white trunks. I see they have this contrast thing going in this match again. From afar, you don't look as big or as tough as Jay though, as impressive as you look to be. But one thing is for sure, you sure know how to ham it up and work the crowd. Even got me amused as I watch from my corner.
I am about to jump to action when you call for some action. "Bring it!" I take a step forward, but the ref steps in, pressing his hand on my chest, telling me to take it easy. The ref is pretty strong, holding me back pretty easily, and he tells me to open up before he pats me down. Checking me from head to toe, touching my every muscle. He takes his time and turns to you after to pat you down. I bounce on my toes, pumped up and ready to go. Eager to start.

02:02 Lazlo_Kohl:
The ref pats you down some. Cute, check. Jobber, definitely. 😏 I smirk as he finished up with you. I lock eyes with you as the ref makes his way over to me and repeats the process. I wink at you when the ref checks my trunks, thinks it might be a weapon before realizing it’s just my cock (plenty deadly though). He finishes up and I strut to center ring for the lock up. I go for a handshake first…

02:04 Marcus_Chambers:
I am bouncing and all ready to go. But the ref is taking his time to pat you down as well. He fondles around your junk for some reason. Well, you do have a sizable member. I can tell even from across the ring. He finally finishes up after taking his sweet time. The bell rings, and I move to the center. Once there, I am surprised to see you extending your hand. I am all for a show of good sportsmanship.
02:04 Marcus_Chambers: I grab your hand, but squeeze it hard, my bicep clearly flexing up. "Have a nice fight..."

02:08 Lazlo_Kohl:
Boom! I mail you int the gut with my knee. I don’t let go of the “handshake” — instead I swing you by your arm in a pseudo Irish whip and then pull you back into another knee strike to the gut, completely lifting you off the canvas. I wrap your arm around your neck, pull you backwards as I step forward, and slam your back across my knee. I give you another wink before pushing you off onto the canvas.

02:12 Marcus_Chambers:
ARGH! My eyes go wide, and my spits would land on you as your knee slams deep into my unsuspecting abs. Knocking the wind out of me. It happens so fast, and you spin my body like a dancer as you swing me and push me back, yet another knee knocking more air out from my lungs, before finally, you wrap my own bicep, and for some reason I flex and I choke myself some, just as you pull me back until my back hits across your knee. ARGH! I scream in pain. Looking up, not only looking like I'm in pain but also somewhat confused, before you shove me off. I have one hand on my abs, the other on my back, as I moan. The fans burst out in cheers, thinking the night has come off to a great start already.

02:16 Lazlo_Kohl: I flex for just a second for the crowd. Big bicep pose
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I hover there for just a second over you before I make a big gesture of falling down on top of your neck. Your body reacts with a jackknife as I land. I use your movement to wrap up your arm again, and lock in an Anaconda Vice — your face nice and deep in my pit.

02:21 Marcus_Chambers:
You flex on so cockily above up, as I am dazed while trying to wrap my head around the sequence of moves you've performed. Determined to pick myself up, but you must have seen that and you drop your bicep right against my neck. ARGH! My legs springs up. And I started coughing and heaving for air. You make it hard though, coiling that arm across my neck, burying my face into your pit. I reach for your arm and try to slide my fingers in between my neck and those muscles, having a hard time sucking in air. My warm breath touching your skin. At the same time my legs start to kick and I am getting sweaty already.

02:25 Lazlo_Kohl: You try to counter the Vice with you arm. I can feel you struggle and kick. You get a nice little sheen of sweat going. Your breath feels nice on my pit… I rotate and roll you at the same time. I lift your upper body onto my leg and lock in a nice seated front face lock. You are not logged in.

02:32 Marcus_Chambers:
My body squirms with my face being trapped, but you soon roll us over. My head pops out, but only barely, as your arm would go wrap around my neck, trapping my own arm at the same time. With only one arm free I pry hard against your forearm and bicep. My face is starting to turn red, and veins appear on my forehead right under your face. I keep kicking, and try to bridge. Working up a sweat more and more. My spits and sweat getting all over your arm.

02:34 Lazlo_Kohl:
I pull you in nice and tight to my torso, putting my forearm against your carotid to cut off the blood flow to the brain. You kick some and flail your arms. I use my free arm to retrain yours as the flap, then lock my hands together…

02:37 Marcus_Chambers:
I am trying to use my size to my advantage here. Bridging up and kicking. But when you start to cut into my carotid, a high pitched moan would escape form my mouth, as I bridge up, on my tip toes and my muscles tense. My eyes roll back and drool leaks from my lips. My body is tense, tense for a few seconds, and they abruptly go limp.

02:39 Lazlo_Kohl: You bridge, valiantly struggling…then you fall completely limp. I check you once. The ref comes over to do the same. “One!”
“Two!”
The ref lifts your hand again, but I shake you side to side to make it look like you still have some fight
I keep you in the hold just a bit longer, then I drop your face only to get to a knee and rain run he’s down on your head. The ref calls for me to break the pounding after 10

02:43 Marcus_Chambers: In a surprising fashion, the bigger man in the ring got knocked out in just minutes. Despite me putting up a struggle, your python like arm does wonder completely cutting off my air supply. Until I am sweaty, my big chest already glistening and heaving. I look like I am out deep, even as you and the ref does the customary check. But you start to shake me violently, which wakes me up a bit. And you really start to wake me by pounding my head with your fist. I end up bringing my arms up to shield my face. The ref calls for you to break and I immediately roll over, holding my head. And I suddenly feel the strain on my neck and I cough. UGH!

02:47 Lazlo_Kohl:
Bingo! I drop an elbow again, this time landing on the back of your neck. I land exactly the same time as you were already coughing to clear your throat from the nasty kink from the extended Anaconda Vice. You can’t even muster a yelp — just more sputtering coughing as I land. I lock your arm up again, this time between my thighs, and lace my fingers under your chin, and lean back in a beautiful crippler crossface. “I think Jay used this move on you too…hmm.”

02:52 Marcus_Chambers:
As soon as I turn, your elbow lands hard against the back of my neck. Shit! I cough and spits come flying out. Breathing heavily, have yet to fully recover from getting my ass knocked out, now the pain on my head and my neck is beginning to overwhelm. No breaks. I am trying to think fast and learn from my previous matches, but no breaks to think either, as you lock my arm up between your thighs, lacing your fingers under my chin and start to lean back. Oh shit! My neck. ARGH! I yelp and kick. My feet are banging down hard on the canvas. My flexed up muscles squirm. You have me sweating more and more. You reminding me that Jay has used this move on me just a couple of days ago. I still haven't figured out an answer out of this hold. Force to take it, all of it.

02:56 Lazlo_Kohl:
Your legs kick in pain. Sweat starts to pour off your body. Some from effort, lots from pain, I look your back up and down and really wrench the hold to lift your chest off the mat. Your sweat starts to pool in the small of your back. You squirm and your trapped arm brushes against my cock constantly…my gear starts to show a visible wet spot as I tent. “Oh yeah boy, this is perfect.”

03:02 Marcus_Chambers:
You wrench my body up, lifting my chest off the mat. They're quite a sight to behold when I flex and pose for the crowd, and now with it all stretched up and sweaty, it's something else! I keep fighting the hold though I have no idea how to escape it. I want to tough it out. I struggle more and more, twisting my body. Sweating buckets from trying to twist my body from side to side. I feel your cock on my arm. Feeling something moist. ARGH! I struggle and flex more but I can't get you off. Frustrated but still trying. It gets more and more painful.

03:05 Lazlo_Kohl:
I let an aroused moan escape my lips as you squirm more. “Mmm…gotta be careful or I’m gonna loose it before the time is right.” I keep one hand under your jaw to keep you bent as I swing slightly more perpendicular to your body. I grin with your body on display, completely available to me. I put my free thumb in my mouth before dragging it down your sweaty back, through that pool of sweat…then I keep on going to your waistband. I pull your shear (and almost see through at this point) white trunks so your ass Cheeks are exposed. I slap your ass hard, leaving a nasty red welt, “That’s for later.” Then I move suddenly, keeping your arm trapped but adjusting it to a classics hammer lock as I mount your from behind and lean in.

03:11 Marcus_Chambers:
I may be on a losing streak. Not a pretty one at that, but that's not for the lack of trying. Just minutes in, I am already sweating buckets. My muscles have been on a constant flex for the most part. I am trying as hard as I can to counter holds like this. I keep trying to use my muscles to get me out. Sweating more and more, when I feel your thumb rubbing down my back. My spine tingling, as I am unsure what you're going to do, and then I find out, the hard way, as you shove my sweaty trunks into my ass. ARGH! My legs swinging hard as you shove them in, then you give my cheek a hard smack. So wet and so loud it echos. I am embarrassed by what's going on that I haven't noticed yet that you are switching positions. Letting go of my face but bringing my arm to my back, pinning it down my flexed up back muscles. You are on top, bearing down. I continue to squirm, thinking I am in a better position to escape. "Get off me punk..."

03:15 Lazlo_Kohl:
“Get off in you maybe” 😏 I tighten the hammer lock a bit. You buck and that only make my hardon tent more. I grind my hard cock through my trunks between your asscheeks and leave a sticky trail, mixed with your sweat. I use my other hand to caress your body a bit before returning to your chin to pull your chest off the mat. Your back arches so nice…I just can’t help myself. 😈 I pull back hard and fast so you yell and I pick your body up so the ref is facing you, looking for the tap. I let my throbbing cockhead flip out of my waistband and rub it through that pooling sweat in the small of your back quick before shoving it all in, balls deep, in an illegal pre-victory stakes round maneuver. I cover your face with my pit the moment I enter and pull you back on top of me.
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03:31 Marcus_Chambers:
You mock my answer and to my surprise you would make good on it later. You dry hump me more as you keep me trapped in this hold. My muscle ass flexing feeling your hard cock between then. I keep flexing trying to escape, and your fingers feeling them up, pulling me up some more. I pry on your arm. And then it happens. The ref is down and checking when you slide your thick cock into my ass in one swift motion, splitting my ass. Before I can tell the ref, you pull me back and trap my face in your pit. I reach over and grab onto your arm. My ass flexing, my torso being stretched. Completely wet and glistening. Trapped in a hold and getting impaled yet again after my match with Jay. Fuck! I wondered if the fans are able to tell.

03:38 Lazlo_Kohl:
I lean back, making sure your face is secured deep in my pit — I can’t have you blabbing to the ref after I promised not to get DQed this time. But that’s just fine by me. I squeeze you tight in my modified dragon sleeper, and I mean *really* squeeze. I apply pressure around your neck and face so there’s nothing to breath and only my sweat to gasp in when you try. I rock back and forth to intensify the hold, but damn, it also pumps my cock and I throb some precum into you as I wrap my legs around you for “leverage”

03:44 Marcus_Chambers:
Oh Fuck! I am trapped in one of these holds again, the same hold you have me in earlier. Only, this time it's worse. You have your cock in my ass and my face is completely smothered by your sweaty pit. Even though I am much worse for wear at this point, sweating like a fall as sweat continues to pour, covering my body from head to toe. I am breathing heavily against your pit. And your sweat gets into my mouth. My arms are flailing but one falls, and the other soon follows. My sculpted body still look impressed as it's limp. And my entire body being pumped up and down as you push me back and forth. I would have imagined most the of people watching may have caught on to what's happening now, not that there's any there to stop it. But perhaps most curiously, my cock is rock hard, strangled by my wedged up trunks but still visible, with a damp wet spot that's expanding.

03:46 Lazlo_Kohl:
You fight it for as long as you can, but it’s inevitable. Your arms fall limp as I smoother you as I penetrate you. Some in the crowd have started to figure out what I’m up to and they yell out to the ref, but at this point, he’s busy checking you. He lifts your arm once and it falls. “One!”
My cock throbs inside you with more pre…
He lifts your arm again… “Two!”
I thrust in deep and my balls churn. I hit your prostate and a wad of precum leaks *through* your white gear…
He lifts your arm for the last time…”Three!” DING DING DING!

03:51 Marcus_Chambers:
I wasn't able to hold up any longer. With the way you put on the pressure, cutting off my entire air supply. The moment you want me to go out, I get knocked out. My arm drops. One landing on my own sweaty abs. And that's the one that the ref would reach over and grab, holding it up. It's completely soaked and he lets fall, once, twice. I am like a piece of meat on top of you, with your cock deep inside. Three, I am out and he calls for the bell. I am lying limply on top.

03:54 Lazlo_Kohl:
I hold the sleeper. The ref signals I need to let go. I drop your face out of my pit but keep my legs scissored around you. I lay next to your on the mat, your chest rising just a bit as you breath air again. The ref checks to make sure your breathing before heading out of the ring for me to make my stakes round claim. 😈
I tap your face without pulling out. You cum to, just a bit. “Your ass is just too nice for me to hold back any longer. It’s been fun, but…”
I thrust into your barely conscious body and you moan. I lock your face under my other pit and lock in the hold again!
This time I down hold back. I thrust into you freely…by balls churn and a shoot ropes of cum into you
Your conscious as I shoot — every rope hitting your prostate. But in my organism, my whole body flexed and I squeeze you back to sleep just as your own cock erupts in your tight, white gear…

04:05 Marcus_Chambers:
I start to come around. The first thing I notice is that your cock is still in my ass. I moan, and my eyes blink to clear my sight and my head. You slap my face and tell me that you couldn't help yourself. I look around. Still dizzy, wondering if you got disqualified but you thrust your cock deeper into my ass again. ARGH! I yell and my eyes go wide. My face gets shoved into your pit again. On different side. I struggle with my last breath but it's obvious that I have been weakened. Drained. Exhausted. As ropes of cum hits my prostate, through my white trunks, your arm tightens, and I fade again, just as my cock erupts in my own white trunks. My own cum rolls down my sweat drenched abs. My sweaty chest barely raising as it heaves.

04:07 Tom_the_Booker:
My arms folded, as I watch on the ringside. I know exactly what’s going on in the ring. I have counted on Mr. Kohl to deliver and it looks like he’s delivered.

04:10 Lazlo_Kohl:
I shake you side to side in the hold as I pump the last of the load into your ass. “Yep, he’s out.” I slowly untangle you and position you on your stomach so the only my cock, still balls deep in your ass, is holding you down. I salute the booker as I place a hand on the back of your neck as I pull out
You groan just a bit…
That’s just enough life left for one more move then. 😈 I stand up and strip you of your gear completely now. I rub it all over your body — cleaning up the cum that you shot through them earlier and as mush sweat as the small amount of fabric will hold. I’m taking my time and being sure to take every opportunity to revive you. Then I reach into my own gear and use your gear to wipe of my balls and my cock. I grab you by your hair and pull you up to kneeling, “Now it’s time to end this.”
I shove your trunks into your mouth forcefully. Then I pull you up to standing (though your body can barely manage it) and I grab you around your waist. I invert you so your stuffed face it’s between my thighs, just below my balls. “Night jobber.” I say, before executing you in a tombstone Piledriver.
The ring shakes. You fall to the mat, complete KO. I cover you with my bulge and flex. “Until next time, punk. Oh, and let Jay know I was better.” I slap your face and wink down at you before stepping out of the ring.

04:30 Tom_the_Booker: You are not logged in.
The thing about jobbers is that, they always end up getting his beaten ass laid out in the ring. No real manners to speak of. Sometimes they get their ass carried out like some trophy, other times they get reduced to nothing more than a pile of sweaty mess in the ring. I slide into the ring and hoist his muscle ass across one of my shoulders. I have a mic in one hand, working the crowd a bit to get them pumped for the next match. His sweat is already on my expensive suit. Well, I am gonna make him pay for my dry cleaning bill. Anyhow, my crowd work is short and sweet, before I carry his sorry ass out of the ring and back to the office.

Published: 2022-03-27, viewed 61 times.