Long Form Roleplayers

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: It's finally time, after years of trying I'm finally having a match in this underground club I found online. Many guys come to watch matches there and I have also been there a few times to watch men wrestle in their ring. The place is quite nice for an underground bar with a secret ring room. I've been talking to the manager there for a few weeks asking him to let me try having a match there, this week he finally said yes and set me up for a match against one of their regular fighters. I've checked him online, of course, Joe owns a gym in the neighborhood and comes to the bar to have some matches after hours. I'm a little nervous about fighting him, I've seen him in action and he is very skilled in the ring. The time finally comes and I step out of the "backstage" area and walk towards the ring, the men in the bar cheer for me, reach out to touch my body, and slap my ass if they're lucky enough to reach it. I grab the ropes and pull them to leap over into the ring where I stand and flex for the audience. "Blank is in the house!" I say loudly standing at 5'6" 175lbs of young man muscle. I walk to the corner and lean back stretching while I wait for my opponent, wearing blue shorts, white tape over my hands and wrists, and pro boots.

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Not Your Average Joe: I get a call from the fight club about a new guy with some promise. It’s been a few weeks since my last fight so I jump at it. I show up with a bag of gear. All of my matches have been submission so I’m looking forward to giving people a try. I head to the locker room and decide to put on my black square cuts, black and red boots, and tape up my hands with black tape. I’m pumped and my 6’2” 225 lbs body is more than ready. I strut into the gym and high 5 the fans. I see you are already there. I like the look.

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ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: I watch you coming closer nervously... I thought I'd be feeling calmer but clearly, that's not the case. I start sweating and I clench my fists, breathing fast as my heart starts racing as you walk inside the ring. The ref comes in after patting me up making sure I don't have any foreign objects with me. My eyes are locked on you, admiring your body seeing all those muscles that make me a little jealous of your build. My face doesn't do a good job hiding that I'm nervous and I shake my body a little as the ref moves to do the check on you.

Not Your Average Joe: I’m the opposite of you. I’ve had enough matches to be exuding confidence. I know what to expect and I know my skills. My record in this gym is a solid 9 wins 2 losses. I step up into you after TJ ref pats me down. I stand within inches of your face. Toss my shoulders back, throw my muscles chest out and extend a hand, shaking yours firmly. “Good luck kid.“ I give you a wink. "Calm down, man. That’s how guys make mistakes.“ I whisper to you as our eyes connect for the first time.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: Your confidence only makes me more nervous, you start to approach me and I've seen enough of your fights to know you're not the type to do dirty shots before the match starts. Still, your presence is a little overwhelming, you stand before me, your chest emanating heat into my face as I look up at you seeing you change posture. You grab my hand and we shake hands while you wish me luck. I open my mouth but no words come out. I just nod as you wink and make my cheeks blush. You tell me to calm down and I take a deep breath. My heart slows down a bit and I manage to get myself calmer for now. You start stepping back and I whisper to you "Thanks."

Not Your Average Joe: I step back and hit my stance as I await the bell. Almost like in queue as soon as it sounds and I make my move, rushing in towards you quickly. I grab your wrist and toss you into the opposite ropes with brute force.

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At this point, the crowd starts to get excited cheering for Joe, while some believers decide to give their support to the rookie.
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ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: While you step away I get into a fighting position, waiting for the bell to make y first move, but as the bell rings you move in with impressive speed. You catch my wrist and pull me to you before tossing me to the ropes across the ring. While I run I turn around to hit the ropes with my back so when I rebound I'll be facing you. I decide to use this to my advantage and rush in fast trying to get more speed as I stretch my arm for a clothesline across your chest.

Not Your Average Joe: As you go towards the ropes I turn around to follow your movements with my eyes. You turn around to hit the ropes with your back and smirk forms in my mouth as I wait for you to get closer. It's rather obvious what you'll be doing so I wait until you're close enough to duck your clothesline and slam a fist into your exposed abs.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You move faster than I expected, your experience coming in handy to not only avoid my move and also manage to add a counter with a fist to my abs. My eyes open wide as I groan doubling over, losing my breath before falling to my knees gasping. I wrap one arm to hug my aching abs as I wasn't expecting that counter at all.

Not Your Average Joe: I see you drop down to your knees and I raise my arms above my head and axehandle your back. The sound of your groan and then hearing you hitting the ground brings a smile to my lips. I reach down to chicken wing your elbows to work in some pain.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You hit my back hard while I'm trying to catch my breath. I groan loudly as I fall hitting the mats hard bouncing on them once. Before I can move you're on me again, you're not holding back using all your skill to overwhelm me. You grab my arms and pull them behind my back in a chicken wing hold. I grunt pushing my face against the mats while I flex trying to resist your hold or power out from it. "Damn..."

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The sight of Joe having the young rookie down and locked up so quickly in the match makes his fans jump from their chairs cheering for him loudly, the sound is deafening the applause and shouts from the audience are something Blank is still not used to.
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Not Your Average Joe: I step over your body. I maintain the chicken wing and place a knee on your back and push down. I pull your upper body up to stretch you out.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You step over me and put your knee on my back holding it down while you pull on my arms to lift my chest off the mats. The pressure on my arms only increases as you make the hold even more painful for me, I yell out in pain trapped under you. My feet start kicking the mats wildly as I have no idea how to escape your hold. I keep on flexing my arms trying to put some resistance to your hold but it doesn't seem to be helping at all. The voices from the crowd commenting start to get to me as I hear some guy say: The rookie is in trouble. Then another goes: That's what he gets for challenging Big Joe! I can't let myself be beaten like this, I need to find a way out.

Not Your Average Joe: I release my leg and drop the chicken wing. I watch you drop but just won't let you go that easy, I scoop your up across my wide delts and stretch you over me. My bicep pushes down on your throat as my other arm secures your legs. I strut around the mat showing you off for my fans. "What do you guys think about the new guy?" I ask them as I parade with you around the ring.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You release me from one hold and pull me into another, this time over your shoulders. Your bicep pushing against my throat choking me as your other arm keeps my legs in place. Lucky for me you can't hold me down completely and my arms are still free from your grip. I get my hands on your biceps trying to free my neck as I struggle for air. I can see the crowd's excitement watching you showing off your power while I desperately fight for a comeback.

Not Your Average Joe: I now show off and do squats with you across my shoulders “This little jobber bitch has no fight in him guys. Might as well use him as a barbell.” I said grinning as I go down and up.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You start doing squats and trash-talking me while I can't pull myself free. I decide to change tactics and I clench my fist, shooting it like a rocket towards your jaw hoping to catch you off guard while you're distracted talking to your fans.

Not Your Average Joe: You land a soft hit to my jaw and I drop you down to the canvas behind me. I adjust my jaw as I turn around to send a quick kick into your abs.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You drop me down and I grunt rolling away. I manage to get away from your range just in time for you to miss me. I get the ropes and start pulling myself up. I'm embarrassed you're manhandling me like this, angry at my lack of skill and experience. I turn around and rush in recklessly I swing my elbow at your face trying to slam it across your cheek.

Not Your Average Joe: You slam a killer elbow into my cheek and I step back. As I do I hook your elbow and twist it up behind your back in a tight hammerlock. I shove your pecs into the ropes as I grind my crotch into your ass as I once again maintain control.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: I hit you hard, but you catch me while I was repositioning and lock my arm behind my back. I get pushed against the ropes feeling your body pushing against mine. The heat from your skin emanating into my back, your muscular frame grinding against my back while I grunt trying to pull my arm free. I swing my free arm back trying to hit your side with my other elbow.

Not Your Average Joe: You make a few elbow shots that do nothing. I release your arm but then wrap my bicep under your throat. I flex and lock in a huge rear-naked choke.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You release my arm and wrap your arm around my throat. I send more elbows at your side, desperate for a release. “Let me go!” I grunt struggling to breathe as I put my feet on the ropes to climb up and lower the pressure.

Not Your Average Joe: I flex up my core and take the punches as I flex my 18-inch bicep deep into your throat. “It’s time to tap out kid”.

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ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You flex and I feel like I'm hitting a brick wall when my elbows go back. I grunt choking in your hold and I kick myself back jumping from the ropes trying to knock you off balance and maybe escape your hold.

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Not Your Average Joe: You push back into me and manage to drop me to my ass. I release the hold— a bit stunned by the kid's solid defense in a submission hold.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: We both move back and fall on our asses, me on your lap as you release me. I quickly jump back to my feet and step back spinning and raising my foot for a roundhouse kick to the side of your head.

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"Kid's got spunk!" A watcher says. "Yeah, but I think Joe is only playing with him, he could finish this anytime he wanted."
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ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘:I hear those words and I get more nervous, I charge in ready to strike again as your words from the start of the match come back into my mind. I freeze and take a deep breath stepping back to watch you get back up.

Not Your Average Joe: You land a solid roundhouse kick that truly connects. The crowd gasps and chuckle a bit as they think I could be toying with you. I’m slow to get up— but you have doubts too and you retreat. I get up. And I do a spinning back kick to your neck to try to show I’m even more agile.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: Feeling a little calmer now, I'm able to access the situation much better. I see you getting up and your foot coming up while you spin. I duck taking advantage of our size difference to avoid your kick and move in to raise my fist into your abs with an uppercut. Them I duck and try to sweep kick your foot to send you back down after my first.

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The whole crowd gasps impressed that the rookie seems to be getting himself back into the match. "Wow! The rookie got moves!" Someone in the audience says.
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Not Your Average Joe: You slam into my abs. I’m not prepared so I double-over. The first few secs can hear me moaning as I stagger back into the ropes. I lean up and suck in air as my ass rests on the 2nd rope.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: I jump up as I chase you, I grab your arm and push my chest against yours to push you harder into the ropes before I step back and whip toss you towards the opposite ropes. While you move I climb the ropes and turn around leaping high using my gymnastic training for a big move. If you rebound you'll see me flying down towards you with my knees aimed for your chest.

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The crowd gasps with Blank's move, watching in awe wondering if he'll be able to hit Joe or if the experienced fighter will find a way to counter.
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Not Your Average Joe: I flip into the ropes and I spring back, my mouth open abs you catapult your body into my neck and upper pecs. I fall back hard onto the canvas. “Fuck man. Joe is in trouble”.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: I roll over you and lean on the ropes behind you. I move in fast and grab your head pulling you up to your knees. I wrap my arm around your head smothering your face into my armpit as I lock you in a dragon sleeper, making sure to pull your arms between my legs to trap them in place.

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Not Your Average Joe: You get me in a dragon sleeper as I thrash in your hold.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: I flex my arm seeing the audience go silent for a moment as I have you stuck in my hold. I twist my body a bit and pull your head flexing my arm hard around your head while I feel my cock getting harder in my shorts. "Looks like you're the jobber bitch in trouble now Joe."

Not Your Average Joe: Fuck you kid”. I grunt angrily as I try to flex out of your hold but your bicep has my head trapped. I use my legs to try to push up and over as my body strains in your hold.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You push yourself back to your feet and I struggle to keep you stuck while I step back making you bend your back backward. "Dammit!" I say with a desperate look as the audience notices and they laugh.

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"Looks like the rookie is about to get in a lot of trouble... COME ON JOE!"
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Not Your Average Joe: I push back abs manage to get you to your back. I use my legs to grapevine yours as I attempt to free my head.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You push us back and I lose my balance falling under you as I let you go. You flip over me and grapevine my legs I raise my hands to your chest pushing them in trying to claw into your pecs while I hope to push you off me.

Not Your Average Joe: You claw my pecs and I drop down into your hands as I pull your legs wide, using my size and power advantage

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You fall on top of me, pinning me down with my hands trapped between our chests. My legs stuck under yours and I squirm desperately to move. The ref slaps the mat once starting to count the pin hold. I trash wildly and desperately trying to break the pin before I'm counted out.

Not Your Average Joe: I muscle you down more as my legs secure the grapevine... I use my shoulder to grind yours down harder.

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ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You keep me stuck down under you. I panic and trash harder not moving much as your weight keeps me pinned down. "No. No! No! NOOO!" I say desperately trying to get myself free so I can get back into the fight. The ref taps the mats counting two... raising his hand ready for the last count.

Not Your Average Joe: I adjust and move into a half Nelson to try to secure the pin. I let your legs go as I do a side mount.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: Your adjustment gives me the chance to raise my shoulder and stop the pin count. But doing so gets me trapped in your half-nelson as you climb on top of me, from the side. My cock tenting in my shorts, something the crowd notices and starts telling you to milk the rookie in the ring. I blush embarrassed and pull my arm yanking it hard trying to escape your hold.

Not Your Average Joe: You bridge up and your cock is pressing against your gear making it highly viable. The audience taunts your abs I try to flatten your shoulder bit I reach over and wrap my hand around your bulge abs start to stroke

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You trap me beside you and reach inside my shorts to jerk my cock inside my briefs and shorts. "No!" I yell out reaching for your arm trying to stop it from moving... Fuck my hips thrust up as I get more taken over by my lust, struggling to focus on not shooting so I can go back to the fight. I reach for your bulge and I stroke it over your gear hoping to distract you and maybe free myself from your hold.

Not Your Average Joe: I moan out as you grab my cock and I release yours. I roll away and get back to my feet. I shift my weight as I watch you get up. I rush in with my shoulder to your abs to pin you into the turnbuckle

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You roll away and I roll the other way pushing myself up fast. “That was close.” Then I grunt as you are already on me again, your shoulder hitting my abs lifting me off my feet, and slamming me on the turnbuckle. My upper body drops over your back as I gasp trying to recover the breath I lost as you hit me.

Not Your Average Joe: I lift, turn around quickly, and body slam you down to the canvas. The ring shakes from the impact

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You lift me and slam me down. I hit the mats hard and lay down spread-eagled with my chest moving slowly as I try to catch my breath.

Not Your Average Joe: I wrap you up in a guillotine tucking your head under my pit. I once again grapevine your legs wide as I try to finish you off.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You pull my head under your pit and spread my legs wide while I start choking unable to breathe. The crowd cheers and watches with excitement as it seems this hard-fought match is reaching its conclusion.

Not Your Average Joe: I yank your legs apart roughly and flex up my bicep and grind my hard cock against yours.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: I can’t breathe, but I also refuse to tap out. The ref comes to check and sees I’m still conscious. He asks if I wanna give but I can’t reply, he looks at you like asking permission to finish the fight.

Not Your Average Joe: I use my weight to flatten you down to the canvas as the ref smacks the mat once... twice...

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You start to use your weight to press me down on the mats and I slowly start feeling light-headed. I raise my hand and press my fingers into your ribs clawing you hard while I try to push harder to make you get off me. Slowly getting weaker as my vision starts to get blurry.

Not Your Average Joe: You claw at my ribs and I let out a loud moan. I release your legs from the grapevine as I bite my lip.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: Just as I'm about to bulk up the ref hits the mat the third time and asks for the bell. "And the winner of this match is...JOE!" Your fans go wild cheering for you outside the ring, they chant your name and I take a deep breath, letting my body relax and accepting my defeat, it was a close call, but feel like I did good. I get up and slide off the ring walking back to the locker room while you take your moment to celebrate and thank your fans.

Not Your Average Joe: As the rookie walks away I make sure to thank him as well for this great match we just had. I don't waste much time and quickly follow him out to the locker room. Once I arrive he's sitting on the bench with a rather disappointed look on his face. "Nice work!" I say tapping his shoulder and ducking in front of him.

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: While I'm recovering in the locker room I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder and I raise my head to see Joe before me. "Thanks, it was my first time and I thought I did pretty good," I say with a small smile on my face. "I almost had you there..."

Not Your Average Joe: "You sure did. Look I own a gym not too far from here, I think it would be good for you to come by sometime and we could practice. I got a few guys there closer to your size who might be a little better for you to train with."

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: "I'd really appreciate, Joe! Thanks!" I say almost jumping off the bench. My bulge is so close to your face I blush and step away quickly. "So about that little grope there, I hope you were okay with that, I was just getting back at you for doing it first."

Not Your Average Joe: The way you're acting now is so cute I can't hold myself back from chuckling at you. I get up as well and put a hand on your shoulder. "It's okay kid, I kind of liked it." I give you a wink and move my hand over your sweaty chest. "Well, I'm gonna be heading to the showers now, you look like you could use one too after that." I start walking away but stop to turn around and wink at you. "Feel free to join me if you'd like."

ℬℓ𝛼𝑛𝑘: You chuckle at my nervousness and I laugh with you a little before you put your hand on my shoulder. I feel your hand rubbing my skin and I bite my lip softly. I watch you walk away to the showers and I smile thinking to myself. "A shower would be nice." I smile and run after you.

To be continued...

Published: 2021-09-09, viewed 125 times.