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Previous: Keiji Takeda's Destruction of Jay Jones

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You are not logged in. - Eugene Scott - Age: 32, 5'11", 214 lbs, 9" Cut Cock

You are not logged in. - Keiji Takeda - Age: 46, 6’0”, 235 lbs. 6” Uncut Cock

You are not logged in. - Madison Jones - Age: 28, 5'10", 198 lbs, 8" Uncut Cock

Keiji Takeda:
After the massacre I inflicted on Jay Jones, I've been getting a lot more attention from the pro wrestling feds. Now they know I mean business and a force to be reckoned with in the ring. I'm trying to not get the fame I deserve go to my head, and some of the managers have told me that I need to reign in my brutality a bit lest I become an all-out heel. I know I want my fans and other wrestlers to respect me, so I've told myself I'd tone down a bit, but a small part of me loved taking all my frustration out on a hapless victim.

I've got my eyes set on getting my revenge one by one on all the other wrestlers who I've suffered a loss with, and Madison Jones is next on my list. He is the one who started my downward spiral towards jobber status. Luckily he's been going on a tirade and complaining about how I went too far on his friend, so it was a perfect opportunity to take our beef to the ring

Announcer:
"And the final match for tonight, a rematch you've all been waiting for! Introducing first, weighing in at 230 lbs, Keiji Takeda!!!"

Keiji Takeda:
I jog down the aisle, after the admonition from the managers and I tone down my bravado a bit, putting on a confident, determined face, and making time to interact with my friends, hi-fiving them and letting them slap my thick muscles as encouragement. I hop into the ring, wait in my corner and adjust my tights and boots, eager to finally put Madison Jones in his place.

Madison Jones:
Sitting backstage in my blue trunks focusing on what is about to come. Keiji brutally ruined my friend Jay Jones, fucked the man while he had broken ribs, pissing himself crying. Keiji has always been full of himself, even though he loses more than he wins. I took him down twice before and fucked him nicely, tried to show him he doesn't have to be such an asshole. Even I have my limits though and what he did to Jay is unforgivable. Tonight here in the IPW arena, I’m gonna let that aggressive side of me out.

Wait… is that dad? In his trunks and boots? What is he doing here, he’s not scheduled to fight? Oh maybe he is planning on coming out with me, watch my back at ringside? Is he that worried about me… maybe he doesn’t want Keiji to fuck me like he did Jay? As he comes up to me I laugh nervously. “Hey Dad, here to watch my back?”

Eugene Scott:
“Hit the showers son, this here is my vendetta.” I couldn’t be more straight to the point here. Madison is aiming to do something stupid, and worse, he’s trying to imitate my old habits again. For those of you who didn’t know, back in Star Federation Wrestling, I was the one who punished folk who got too ornery and needed a reminder about basic human decency. Keiji here has stepped out of line abusing John Page’s trainee Jay Jones. Man’s always had problems. Been in the same circles with him for a long time not counting the last 15 years where I was mysteriously absent from the ring. Point being, he’s always been full of himself and Jay was just his latest victim. I’m gonna make him pay.

Looking you in the eye, son, I couldn’t be more serious as I hand over the official paperwork replacing you with me tonight. “This ain’t you son. What needs to happen tonight is my work. Go on tour with the SECW, let Foxy help you grow into your own person.” Crack my knuckles, “Tonight, I’m going to do what I do best. Best have a drink for me waiting when I get done here tonight, gonna need it.” I don’t wait for a response, head towards the entrance as the stagehand gestures me over.

Madison Jones:
I cannot fucking believe what I am hearing. I just stare as you talk. “What? Did you… did you replace me tonight?” I’m in shock, this whole fucking situation is unbelievable, first that Keiji would do this in the first place, but then that dad would pull this stunt. “I can handle him! I’ve taken him down twice already!”

There is obvious anger building but also a sense of betrayal. “I can’t… I can’t believe you did this.” That’s all I say looking dejected as I watch you make your way to the stage entrance.

Announcer:
"And his opponent, weighing in at... Wait a moment Ladies and Gentleman, we have a last minute replacement! Heading to the ring, standing at 5'11", weighing in at 214 lbs. He is a rising star in IPW with only a single IPW loss. EUGENE SCOTT!"

Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult

Eugene Scott:
The song "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult starts playing as I make my way to the ring. I come walking down the aisle, crowd cheering for me as none of them expected me to make an appearance tonight. I'm looking at you Keiji Takeda. I get to the ring, slide in under the ropes, and PUSH-UP to standing showing my muscles. Climb my turnbuckle, and hold up my left arm, right hand over my chest. Finally drop down and turn to face you, eye to eye. I don't say anything, I just look to see what your response is to this while the ref calls us over to the center of the ring so he can go over the rules. One Fall Submission Match with Stakes.

Keiji Takeda:
Pacing in the ring I wait for Madison to come out, half-listening to the announcer "...Eugene Scott!" I barely make out the name and furrow my brow. Did I just hear that correctly? The crowd erupting in cheers as I glance down out of the ring. It can't fucking be. I hadn't seen this guy in so long I thought he had retired, but I remember his reputation and I feel a slight chill in my spine. At the same time, some excitement. Guess I won't be holding back tonight at all, shame I wouldn't be able to rehabilitate my image. I watch you climb into the ring, your big frame dropping down as we stare intently at each other. I steel my eyes and roll my muscles as I come to the center of the ring. "Little boy couldn't handle his own fight tonight huh?" I sneer at you.

Eugene Scott:

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Oh Keiji, I'm sure it's almost like seeing a ghost. Last time you saw me was around 15 years in the ring, IPW of course, and I look just about the same age. Standing there looking you eye to eye as the Ref runs his mouth, I cock my head at you insinuation that my boy couldn't handle you like he did the last two times he kicked your ass. "This ain't about him. Now shut the fuck up and let's dance." Bell rings and I immediately push into the Collar & Elbow.

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Keiji Takeda:
We immediately lock up, bodies pushing into each other, determination fueling my strength.. I know what you're capable of and I'm not about to let you have any sort of advantage. I push as hard as I can, my muscles tensing up as I force you to take a step back, then two. "Lost some muscle while you've been gone?" I smirk

Eugene Scott:
You start to push me back with your heavy muscles, right foot... then left... gritting my teeth. It's a ploy. Face changes to a grin as I've been angling your pushing me so my back is lined up with a turnbuckle. I fall to my back now, letting you pull forward as I do, then KICK both my boots into your gut launching you overhead with a Monkey Flip, me trying to get your back to hit the turnbuckle head on with the impact.

Keiji Takeda:
Feeling more confident as I edge you closer to the corner, we turn a bit in the ring and you suddenly drop down, planting your boots into my body, I feel your legs power down then catapult me over you!! "WOAH!!" I groan in surprise as I flip through the air, my back smashing into the corner hard, ring shaking! I give a loud scream as my back spasms and I drop down onto my neck, my legs up in the air! "FUCK!!!"

Eugene Scott:
That scream is exactly what I wanted to hear, the crowd cheering as I take my early lead. On my back, I bring my knees to my check and Kip-Up to standing, something you've been my son do plenty of in your matches with him. He takes after me you know, which is honestly part of the problem here tonight. Anyhow, I get to my feet looking fan-fucking-tastic as I do.

With the time I save getting us using the Kip-Up, I turn and move towards you while you are there in the corner upside down. Waste no time either. I throw a kick into your gut, then a second, both times your back pressed against the turnbuckle taking some of the impact as I work your abs.

Keiji Takeda:
groaning upside down in the corner, stunned from the impact, you start ramming my thick body with your boot, crushing my spine against the steel pole, my body jerking with each boot painfully as you elicit more groans OOOF OOOF, my arms draped across the canvas, I try to grab your boot and wrench you off your feet!

Eugene Scott:
You grab my boot as I go for a third kick, those commentators talking about how I'm being extra aggressive tonight. With a wrench, you get me off you as I flip down to my back alongside you. I roll a half rotation away from you still next to the ropes about half way between buckles now, all while you are still there in the corner. Use the ropes to pull myself up to standing then yell at you, "Come on Takada, don't just lay there. FIGHT!" I back away from you with the ropes still up beside me, hands coming up defensive. Get ready to do something nasty if you come charging at me.

Keiji Takeda:
finally able to get some breathing room as you roll off, I flip myself over back to my feet, hand on my back as I stretch it out a bit, grimacing. "I haven't even gotten started..." I grit through my teeth, but you can tell I already am feeling it a bit. As you put your hands up I feign a fist at your face, watching you block high I immediately shove a boot into your brick abs

Eugene Scott:
You come in more cautious than I was expecting, that's fine though. Throw a punch at my head and I do come up to block, my stance something similar to that of a boxer right now. See you pull back quickly and I know something is up, so I clench up my abs just as your boot connects to save me from getting winded. Impact pushes me back, but then I retaliate with a kick of my, swinging wide from the left and snap kick at your right knee with my boot, kind of like one of those Mutai fighters from Thailand. Let's see how you take that.

Keiji Takeda:
Trying to get you to open yourself to a blow, but you brace yourself for impact, quickly reading my moves, my thick frame telegraphs almost every move for you, and you quickly swing a kick to my knee, causing me to lurch forward and fall down onto my hands and knees "urgh..." i groan, then swing a leg around the floor to sweep you

Eugene Scott:
On your hands and knees in front of me, I give you a mean sneer. You start to twist your body though, aiming to throw a leg sweep my way, and had you been in a better position, it might have worked. Instead because you are on your hands and knees facing me like you said, the movement gives me plenty of time to read the incoming attack. I then jump up over it letting you get off balance, but it wasn't a simple avoidance I did... jumping up while you are spinning, I try to throw both feet into your back right between your shoulders with a Dropkick, me falling to canvas on my side afterwards.

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Keiji Takeda:
leg sweeping across the canvas, but hitting nothing as I make a 180, your boots slamming hard into my back, flattening me, chin banging against the canvas as I give out another groan!! breathing harder now, trying to find a way to counter you or slow you down, but you're much faster than I anticipated. Turning onto my back, I bring my knees towards my chest and then kick out, launching my feet up at your chest to drive you as you're down on the canvas!

Eugene Scott:
I rise up from my dropkick, smile on my face as the big Keiji Takeda has fallen. Get ahead of myself though as you show your skill turning on your back with your legs coming up to your chest. I think you're gonna Kip-up, but instead you launch both boots at me driving your feet into my chest, me barreling backward on my back. Crowd cheers for your apparent comeback, but I ain't anything close to being licked. Roll to my side and start pulling myself up with the ropes to save some stamina, a light layer of sweat showing on me from how things are going so far. If you come at me, I'm ready to slide out of the ring to foil whatever you are planning to do.

Keiji Takeda:
My boots ram into your chest with bone-rattling force, throwing you back, giving me some time to regain my composure. I push myself up to my feet, my body also beginning to shine with sweat. As you pull yourself up the ropes, I come up to you, throwing another big boot to your abs, then grab your arm, whipping you across the ring, getting into a 3 point stance, I come at you with a huge shoulder spear, aiming to take you out quickly!

Eugene Scott:
Like I said, I was watching you as I rolled away. You come towards me while I am getting myself up to standing on those ropes, every intention of kicking me in the abs, grabbing my arms, whatever else. When you throw that kick, I drop and slide out of the ring foiling the attempt just like I said I would. That ain't all though, your disorientation kicking mid air leaves you pretty open as I stand right outside the ring. Reach in with both hands and grab your feet, give you a tug to knock you on your back. Hands still on ankles, I turn away from the ring and pull them up over my shoulders, your heavy 235 lbs frame taking some effort to pull for sure.

Keiji Takeda:
Thrusting my boot at you, but you quickly drop out of the way, my leg kicking in the air, landing on the middle rope instead!! One leg off the floor, you grab at me and drop me hard with a thud onto my back, you start pulling my big body out as I thrash and kick, my legs draped over your shoulder. "Let go.." i growl

Eugene Scott:
That Ref ain't looking too happy with me pulling you outside the ring. He starts up his count now, but the more pressing concern for you is that I finish pulling you out with your big muscle body hanging down over my back. What happens next, you ain't gonna like. With a heave and a hard grunt, I clench up my sweaty core muscles, then treat these front row audience members to a sight as I fling the big Keiji Takeda forward over my shoulders face first into this lightly padded cement. Crowd half cheers and have reels from the display of brutality as I execute a Reverse Alabama Slam.

Keiji Takeda:
"Ah.. fuck..." i groan as you pull me fully out from the ring, my body falling upside down against your back, dangling helplessly as I twist and turn, trying to escape, I feel you use all your strength and lunge forward, sending my body over yours and get slammed face first into the barely padded cement, providing no protection as you hear a loud crunch and scream coming from me, crowd wincing as they hear the thick thud of my body flattened in front of them, blood pooling from my face as I moan in agony, boots kicking wildly

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Eugene Scott:
That ref is pretty shocked too at the display, it disrupts his count a little as he lingers on the count of 4. I ain't through with you yet, far from it as few have made me this angry in a long time. Bring my elbow and drop down on your landing right in your back. After impact, I reach over and grab them trunks of yours and easily peel them off you as you seem rather stunned from that. I toss them to one of the fans nearby, reach down grabbing your hair, starting to pull you up to standing. Ref keeps counting... 5.. 6.. 7..

Keiji Takeda:
Grimacing in pain, touching my face and seeing blood just staining my entire hand as I struggle to push myself up, my entire body aching from being smashed into the concrete. I'm trying to regain my sense but you drop an elbow straight into my lower back, I arch and throw my head back, screaming "AARRRRGHHH FUCK!!!" as you strip me down, and then pull me into standing... I'm running on pure adrenaline and swing my arms wildly, punching your body with tight fists trying to get you to let go of my hair

Eugene Scott:
Arms come back hitting me, fists hit my body, so with grunts of pain I end up releasing you. Ref seems concerned and keeps counting. 8... I got to act quick! I grab your hair again and TOSS you into the ring. 9... I slide in quick, grab your hair, and pull you the rest of the way in just in time. "You ain't getting off that easy!" I YELL at you, then step away coming to the ropes near the side of the ring close to the announcer table, them commentator talking about the bloody mess your face is. "Mic, now!" I yell at them, the HEEL commentator quick to throw me one with a huge grin on his face. Hoping your naked bloody body is stunned enough I don't have to worry about immediate retaliation, but I realize I'm giving you a chance to recover.

Keiji Takeda:
"Arrrrr" groaning as you repeatedly yank on my hair and manhandle me, tossing me into the ring and pulling me towards the center. The pain is like fire on my face and my entire body as you yell for the mic, I'm still trying to make sense, my vision spinning and blurry, but i manage to plant my hands onto the canvas, and get onto hands and knees, right in front of you, panting, the blood dripping like a stream in front of me as I try to get a second wind

Eugene Scott:
I look down to you with a smile seeing you still basically helpless. Some of this god damn blood thirty crowd is cheering for me, but others have the sense to be horrified at what I'm doing. I come around to your side now, lift my right boot high, and slam it down right on the center of your back. That's the fourth hit to your spine, almost like I've been targeting it, right? Not sure if that flattens you or not, regardless if it does, I mount up over you, both boots alongside of your ribs. Drop that mic down to the canvas while I reach for your arms, trying to pull you up into a Camel Clutch now.

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Keiji Takeda:
Buck naked, ass up in the air, I feel your boot crushing me back down to the floor as I moan, pain shooting up my spine, feeling it crack under pressure, I keep trying to push up with my hands as you stand over my beefy body, as you start grabbing at my biceps and draping them over your legs, yanking at my chin "Ugh.. no..." I groan, my jaw locked tight in your hands as I shake my head.. I can't believe what is happening

Eugene Scott:
Now that I have you helpless where I want you, arms over my legs and on display, I can play out the scene I've been planning. Reach down and grab that mic with my right hand while I bring my left hand slide it over your mouth, it no doubt getting a fair bit of your blood on it in the process. Wouldn't want you submitting just yet, right? Bring the mic up to my mouth so I can speak, "Keiji Takada here crossed a line folks!"

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Crowd starts to get quiet, some of your fans booing me while. "He injured a man, Jay Jones, and fucked him while he was crying with broken ribs. That ain't right, so I'm here to dish out some karma tonight." I smack the side of your head Keiji with the Mic, "If Keiji here wants to be able to wrestle again, he's gonna have to apologize... NOW. Otherwise...." My voice gets real deep, "Otherwise I'm going to cripple him for life." Hold the mic down to your mouth and uncover your mouth. "Apologize."

Keiji Takeda:
Moaning in your camel as the crowd quiets down, waiting to hear what you have to say, as your voice booms into the mic. You're wanting your revenge for the brutal beating I gave Jay Jones.. had I known you had any connection to him, I MAY have gone a bit easier on him... but I don't regret it at all. Now that I know you're trying to get some payback, it just makes me want to fight even harder, despite your early lead. You smack my face with the mic and demand that I apologize, but I have pride, and strength, and I'm not going to give up just yet, no way some smaller guy is going to be crippling ME! "Fuck you..." i splutter, squirming in your grip

Eugene Scott:
You say "Fuck You" and I give a big old grin. Bring the mic back up to my mouth. "Was hoping you'd say that." Bring both hands under your chin and WRENCH back now, kick up my feet and pull both of us up and back to me till I fall backwards, putting your whole mid section on display for the crowd including whatever state your cock is in now.

I hold you here like this mic in front of your mouth. "Apologize, or I'll FUCKING BREAK you!"

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Keiji Takeda:
"Arr.. fuck no no no..." i groan as I feel you lean back and start YANKING on me, bending my big body like a bow, my thick pecs flaring, nips pointing out, my cock jutting out half hard as I flail my arms wildly, scratching frantically at your forearms trying to make you let go. I can feel my spine creaking, threatening to snap, but refuse to submit to a fool like you!

Eugene Scott:
Scratching at my arms, I too am showing signs of bleeding. "Stubborn son of a bitch." So much torque built up on your back now, I let go over your chin and uncross my legs, the result causing your chest to fling forward like a catapult smashing into the canvas. I roll onto my side and start to get up to standing, a good layer of sweat built on up one me now. Bring that mic up to my mouth again. "You all saw it here. This man, this piece of garbage, has brought this on himself." I throw the mic down at you, letting it bounce off your back and land near your head. I start to circle getting ready to strike, but still cautious if you try to swing at me.

Keiji Takeda:
you let go, my body ricocheting forward and planting on my face hard, head bouncing several times from the impact as I lay there grimacing, back aching I can barely move, you throw the mic on me as added insult, the mic picking up every sound I make so that the entire arena can hear as I moan and groan over and over, it almost sounds as if I was being fucked "Oh god... uhhhh.. uuurrrh..." as I bring my hands forward, clawing at the canvas to try and crawl away

Eugene Scott:
There is a nice big bloody mark where your face hits. I step up alongside your chest now, grab your hair with my left hand, reach down and grab your left ass cheek with my right, not minding if my finger slips into your hole in the process. I pull you up to standing and start pulling you towards the turnbuckle you were crawling towards, when we get close, I HURL you into it so your shoulder slams into the post.

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I then drop the front of my trunks and move up right behind you, my large 9 inch manhood showing for the crowd. The crowd gets really excited now as I start moving into position behind. "I'll make you SCREAM it now Keiji."

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Keiji Takeda:
you grab my bubble ass and hair, pulling my flattened body up onto its feet, I can barely stand as I stumble like a drunk, your hands getting a firm grip of ass and prodding my hole, my naked body glistening with sweat and blood as you THROW me hard shoulder first into the post, the sound of metal clanging as my shoulder snaps into it, nearly dislocating it!!! "AARRRRRGHHH!!!!" i scream, draped over the middle ropes with my ass up in the air, unable to move, pain wracking every fiber of my being as you pull out your cock, unbeknownst to me

Eugene Scott:
And you find out now. I thrust it right into that bubble ass of yours, shove it in hard and tight. Reach forward and grab your hair, lean forwards as I start to Fuck you now. "Scream it and I'll stop. APOLOGIZE." I thrust in 1... 2... 3... 6... 10! Times! Full 9 inches in seeing if you are willing to swallow your pride yet.

Meanwhile, the Ref watches this display looking real concerned. While this isn't necessarily against the rules in this type of erotic match, the potential for injury is very real. For now he allows it...

Keiji Takeda:
yanking my head back as I moan, arching my back and splaying my ass wide open, you SHOVE your cock in ruthlessly, entering and piercing me without mercy, fully engorging my insides as you ram it all the way in!! "ARRRRGHH!!!!!!" my screams feral as you begin pounding me over and over in the ring, slamming my shoulder against the post with each thrust, my body convulsing in pain as you take me

Eugene Scott:
With the 10th thrust into your ass, I GROWL in your ear. "Three chances left." I pull out of you now, grab your ass cheek again with my right hand, and pull you out of the corner. Start to drag you towards the next corner moving in a clockwise direction. While I don't think you are in the position to fight me anymore, I still acknowledge you might still be trying to fight back, so I then TRY to throw you into next corner, getting ready to fuck you there like the last one.

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Keiji Takeda:
gasping wildly as you fuck me with reckless abandon, my ass raw as you pull out, you yank at me, forcing me to walk around the ring, as you get ready to launch me I quickly wrap my good arm around your neck and use the momentum as I curl up roll you up in a small package, rolling over on top of you, trying to get the ref to count you out in my pin!!

Eugene Scott:
You manage to roll me up catching me by surprise, a testament to your resilience. I however am nowhere near as hurt as you, and so I am able to kick out without much trouble. Though there wasn't much of a threat of losing form it as this is a Submission match, told to us by the ref when we first started. Getting out of the pin, I roll away from you realizing you are not yet as helpless as I thought. Start to get up to my feet looking at your still functioning back. "Stubborn to the end Takeda. Only making this worse for you." I wait a moment to see how you respond before I move in to continue the assault.

Keiji Takeda:
A sloppy move, but all I could do to keep you at bay, you kick out quickly as I roll off to one side, to the edge of to apron and drop down, landing with a thud on the cement floor outside, panting, my big chest heaving, trying to get as much rest time as I possibly can, I crawl over to the fan barricades and pull myself up with my arm, wincing the entire time, leaning against it as I slowly get to my feet, eyeing you through half-swollen shut eyes

Eugene Scott:
The Ref takes the opportunity to start counting with you outside the ring, but I have no fucking plan to let you off that easily. I rush in your direction and baseball slides out of the ring right alongside you. Reach over and grab your head, swing it down over the side of the barricade with your gut taking the brunt of the hit. You bent over right into the face of some of the crowd, I then THRUST my dick into your ass again, left hand holding your hair again. "APOLOGIZE Keiji! SCREAM IT!" I Yell in your face, some of the fans next to us getting very scared as blood from your face flicks out onto some of them as I fuck you. I again go for 10 thrusts into you while the Ref gets up to the 6 count.

Keiji Takeda:
I try to give you a boot as you head towards me, but I'm weak now, and you barely flinch as you take it to your abs and continue forward. You grab me, slamming me over the barricade, my big body draped over it facing the fans and you ram your cock in again, i scream loudly, voice raspy from all the yelling I've been doing, blood and spit spluttering all over the fans as they get an upclose and personal view of my beefy body getting FUCKED, the barricade hanging precariously, threatening to fall over from the banging you're doing "FUCK. YOU." i hoarsely scream

Eugene Scott:
I pull out of you again, my cock running with precum from the fucking of you. "Oh... you will say it or you I will cripple you for life." I turn and throw you back in the ring now avoiding us getting counted out. Get to my feet huffing, my chest sweaty with some of your blood on it from all this roughness, breathing heavily. I have a look in my eyes that shows just how much of a mission I'm on though, and this ride is only half over there partner. Go to bring you to standing again, escort you over with a finger up your ass and hand on your hair, aiming to throw you into the 3rd ring post now.

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Keiji Takeda:
I howl again as you continue throwing me into the corner, wrecking my shoulder, my arm hanging limply to the side, bent over the ropes again, I try to give a mule kick, but it takes nearly all my strength to even lift a boot off the ground

Eugene Scott:
Oh you try, but I think we both agree you are at the point where you are basically helpless, which raises the question how much farther I need to go before you truly submit to this demand, or I break you. You try to mule kick me, but as you are in the process of doing it, that's right when I slam my cock up your ass again and start to fuck you again in this corner. 2.. 4... 6... 9.... 10! Final Thrust up into your prostate high and hard, me leaning over towards your head again with a deep growl. "Say it and I'll let this end."

Keiji Takeda:
My ass on fire as you take me again, I'm at your mercy as you just rail me and lean towards me again, hoping for some mercy I finally let out a short gasp "I'm sorry..."

Eugene Scott:
"That's right." The crowd is quiet over this, some of them cheering as fuck you like this, but most of them in shock. I pull out of your ass, turn around, pull you to the center of the ring. "Time to finish you." I kick out your knees, drop down to mine behind you, and apply a Full Nelson to you. My cock still at your ass, I Slide it in one final time as I apply my finisher, The Full Sex Nelson.

I thrust hard into you over and over, wondering now which will come first, your submission or me seeding you like a spring garden.

Keiji Takeda:
Forced down onto my knees in front of the crowd, big chest heaving, you trap my arms and wrench my head down so my chin is tucked into my pecs and start fucking me, my hips thrusted back and forth, cock swinging, pecs bouncing as I scream helplessly "AaaAAAaaaAaAAaAAaaaa!!!!!!" Showing the entire crowd how useless my muscles are

Eugene Scott:
I keep fucking you, "Give up or pass out." I growl in your ear. Thrusting more and more now. 3.. 6... 9... 11... 12! Final thrust, then I erupt inside of you, long moan as I pump and pump into you, the crowd quiet as they see that look of release hitting my face. It comes out thick and heavy, hot like cream stew. I fill your helpless body with you stuck there on full display, cameras recording your position for everyone to see. Once I finish unloading, me still lodged in you, I say it again. "Give Up." The Ref stands next to you looking in your swollen eyes waiting to end your suffering.

Keiji Takeda:
The strength from my body fading away slowly as you keep fucking me, thrusting harder and faster, using my body like a fuck doll, my cock slowly rising to full mast as you fill my ass with a volley of stabs until you finally erupt inside me, filling up my ass with thick cream. With just a shred of dignity left, I shake my head no, never admitting defeat to the likes of you as you keep my body hanging tight in your nelson.

Eugene Scott:
I release the nelson and let you plop forward. Your cock might be full and hard, but I care not to give it any release. I breathe heavily as some of my sperm shoots and drips on your body, me on my knees breathing heavily from hauling your heavyweight carcass around so much. I push myself up to standing over you and look down, taking in breath, the Ref looking at me worried about what I will do next. I look at him with angry eyes and shake my head, grab your legs, and flip you over on your back.

Keiji Takeda:
Jaw dropping, eyes barely open, you push me as I fall with a thud forward on my face, barely conscious, and flip me over, my cock straight as a post in the middle of the ring, arms spread eagle as you grab my legs.

Eugene Scott:
I now wrap your legs around my thigh as I set you up for a new move I've been adopting for a new finisher, me intent on knocking you out from pain or making you submit. Legs lock ankle to knee, I flip you over on our front again. Reaching down I grab your arms and PULL you up, your whole torso bent with much pressure on your back, your full cock dangling out for the crowd to see. I lock in the Scorpion Cross Lock.

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Keiji Takeda:
It takes a lot of effort for you to wrap up my big 240 lbs of dead weight, you start pulling, raising my body into the scorpion cross lock, and you can hear me moan as my body convulses painfully in your grip, too weak to even eek out a submission, I just take it, helplessly painfully as you inflict pain on my body, my back threatening to break as you display my broken body to the crowd.

Eugene Scott:
You're right that you are too heavy for me to keep this up for long especially after my orgasm, maybe only 10 seconds, but enough to display you none-the-less.

I drop you shortly after and turn to the ref. "Call it." I look at him expecting him to declare you out. He raises your hand and lets it fall once... twice... raises it a third time and lets go....

Keiji Takeda:
As you keep me trapped, the pain and the humiliation is too much for me, and to your surprise and the crowd's, you feel my body start shuddering and jerking, when suddenly my cock starts spurting cum all over the canvas in front of you, moaning softly as you finally drop me onto my cum as I bleed out, laying there like a lump of meat as he raises my arm several times, on the third try, he raises it up, holding it for a few seconds just to see if I'll wake up, but it drops with a final thud as the bell rings.

Eugene Scott:
At this point I turn and leave the ring pulling my trunks up as I do. Medical officials and whoever else comes rushing into the ring to deal with you, but my mission is complete as I leave the ring. Crowd watches, a mix of emotions amongst them, but I go to the locker room to get cleaned up and move on knowing that I've done my bit to avenge Jay Jones tonight.

Published: 2022-04-12, viewed 212 times.