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Madison Jones:
My next match for the SECW Beat the Blues Tour is against Fearless Freddie over in Hattiesburg Mississippi. This town has a pretty big African American Military Museum, and given that it is Black History Month, I fully intend to go check that out and help support the local economy. That evening is my match with Fred, and so I find myself in the locker room getting ready when I see Freddie come in. I happen to have just finished a shower and am standing around naked when he comes in. I offer a friendly wave and start fishing out my trunks and boots from my locker.

Fearless Freddie::
Head on down to Hattiesburg MS for another match on the SECW Beat the Blues tour match. The fight is to take place in the African American Military Museum as a benefit from Black History month. Some top African American wrestlers are heading the card and have agreed to fight Madison Jones as mark of solidarity. Head into the makeshift changing room and then this hunk steps outta the shower and offers his hand. “Pleased to meet you Mads, you ready to take a pounding in the ring?” Winks Then heads over to get changed into my wrestling gear

Madison Jones:
"Guess we will see about that Fred. I'm not a pushover, but you probably know that from my record so far." I pull on my trunks and adjust my bulge, and start to lace up my boots. We can hear the last match finishing. Eventually the stage hand comes over letting me know it's my turn to come out. "I'll see you in the ring Fred." I nod and head to the entrance.

Announcer:
"The First competitor, standing 5'10 and weighing in at 198 lbs, making his debut in SECW, Madison Jones!" A English cover of the song Alumina begins playing over the com system.

Madison’s Intro

I make my way down while a spotlight follows me. Crowd cheers as I'm currently undefeated in this league. I hop around, slapping hands as I get to the ring, and finally slide in under the ropes. Hop up to my feet and throw some punches and kicks getting ready for Fearless Freddie to come out. Eventually I sink into my corner as my music fades, and then turn my attention to the backstage entrance.

Fearless Freddie::
Togged up ready for action …… Hear you announced and you stroll out to some sweet soulful entrance music. Great reaction from the crowd. Then my announcement “His opponent standing 6 foot and weighing 180lbs, brom the UK the Brit Pro champion FEARLESS FREEEEEEDDDIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!” …. My music stats … Elton John 'Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting’.

Fearless Freddie Music

I drape a Union Jack over my shoulders and walk the aisle ….. some cheers from the crowd ……. Trot to the ring …. Climb in … toss the flag to the ringsiders …. Strut and flex in the ring as Elton blares ‘Saturday, Saturday, Saturday’ …… bounce my pecs for the fans ….. look over at Mads …. Flash a ‘ceps pose and kiss my peaks as we lock eyeballs …. The ref calls us to the center.

Madison Jones:
Center of the ring, the Ref starts going on about rules. Fair fight, submission, stakes, etc. While I'm looking you in the eyes. Like my other matches, and then hold out my hand for a handshake. "Shake?"

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Fearless Freddie::
Ref gives us the pep talk "adda , yadda, yadda" ......... we stare down mid ring eyeballs locked ....... take your hand and shake as we stare down ..... mutual respect but both wanna show what we got and put on a good show ...... bounce my pecs and notice a swelling in your trunks ..... ref sends us back to our corners .... I tug on the ropes ..... turn , ceps pose and kiss peaks ..... ready for action .... waiting for the bell

Madison Jones:
Heading back to our corners, the bell rings. Ding Ding. I come back center holding my hands up ready for the classic collar and elbow lockup, fingers wiggling as the crowd looks on. Just in case you are thinking of doing something else, I am ready to counter a charge.

Fearless Freddie::
Bell goes ...... we move out and circle ...... some tentative lunges ..... the both lunge into a classic collar and elbow tie ........ both twisting and muscling ...... goth fighting for position ...... then leg sweep ya .... twist and hip toss ya to the mat ..... following with an elbow drop

Madison Jones:
You seem to have better control of this than I'm used to. Our short lived struggle ends with you flipping me onto the mat, the crowd starting to cheer at your early lead. You go for that elbow drop a bit too premature as I quickly roll out of the way to my knees letting your elbow eat the canvas. Before you can recover I'm on you, grabbing that arm and twisting it up behind your back as I push your face to the canvas mounting on top of you from behind with a tight grounded hammerlock.

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I then reach for your other arm, and try to pull it back into a Double Grounded Hammerlock.

Fearless Freddie:: As I start to stand you grab me ...... we ground grapple some and you catch my wrist ...... AAAARRRGGHHHHH NNNNNNOOOO you twist it into a hammer lock ....... working me on the mat ........ I am sucking canas… you grope for the other wrist ........ trying to lock on double hammers ..... I twist and struggle fighting it ...... you come in closer ..... as you do .... I flick my head back and it whacks into your jaw.

Madison Jones:
You manage to swing your head back and nail me in the jaw, causing me to give out a grunt and rear my head to the side. Crowd reacts to that, but the fact remains that my entire body weight is on top of you, basically full 200 lbs with me pinning you good. I wrench that second arm back, double hammerlock applied, and feel your squirm under me making my cock getting a bit hard under my trunks right over your ass.

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As I hold you here in this BJJ move used by the Police, there is a sudden realization that flashes through my mind of how insensitive I am being with this move. In this location, in front of this crowd, during this month, I can't bring myself to keep this hold up. I release your arms, bring my hands together in an ax handle, and slam them down in the center of your back. I rise up afterwards letting you recover as I step away.

Fearless Freddie::
The head fick stuns you some but you come right back and lock on the double hammers grinding my face into the canvas ........ twist and struggle ....... then suddenly you release ..... I roll to ropes sucking air ...... shake out my arms ...... glare across the ring .... but nod in acknowledgement of your sensitivity ..... move out as I do offer you a hand

Madison Jones:
I look at your hand confused since we already shuck. I take it with both hands gripping yours tightly, and then Irish whip you across the ring into a corner, spinning you so your back hits the turnbuckle adding to the punishment I landed there with the Axe Handle moments ago. Hands up defensive, I move toward you now and try to knee you in the gut while you are there.

Fearless Freddie:: Nod in respect as we shake ..... then WTF!!!! ........ gripped , grabbed and Irish whipped to the buckle ....... groan from this surprise attack, but grip the rope ..... jack knife and both boots meet you abs as you move in to continue your attack

Madison Jones:
You kick me back with your feet, my defensive hands coming up to cushion the blow. I shake my head looking annoyed, then rush forward and ram my shoulder into your trying to knock the wind out of you. Crowd cheers for me as it seems I'm pretty much in control here.

Fearless Freddie::
You are double some as I bury my boots in your six pack, I bounce off the ropes as you stagger but see the fury in your eyes. The crowd cheers you as you make a raging bull shoulder charge across the ring, but I hop aside and you collide with the ropes. As you bounce off I grab you from behind in a German suplex, gripping you tight, hoisting you then drilling your blades into the mat.

German Suplex Video

Give you abs a stomp for good measure. Crowd loving this fast paced action

Madison Jones:
The speed you manage in order to dodge the shoulder ram is impressive, catches me off guard as you lock in and deliver the German Suplex, us both landing on our backs, the sound echoing through the museum. The crowd is cheering as I arch my back, selling the pain. It hurt, but I'm not as bad off as you think. I let you get up before me while selling that pain, and as you come over for that stomp to my abs, you see my expression change from agony of feeling my back, to a smile as you fall for my trap. I rise to my feet as you go for the stomp, wrap my arms around your leg, hands just under the knee, spin on my side, and fling you over me with a Dragon Screw.

Madison Jones:

I keep hold of your leg after you land, sound echoing and crowd cheering as I retake control. Holding your leg, I wrap my legs around yours trying to lock in a Achilles Tendon Leg Lock.

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Fearless Freddie::
you get decked and look stunned ..... strut some ..... as you get up slowly ..... I look to get back at ya ....... go for a second stomp ..... but grabbed and twisted .... brought down to the mat ..... we roll and struggle .... me trying to fight outta your tendon lock ......... one foot on your pit ..... I wiggle it to tickle the armpit ..... you loosen some and I manage to pop it out and place it under your chin ...... push back your head trying to loosen your grip on the tendon

Madison Jones:
I feel you struggling, getting loose. I give your knee one more good pull as you work to get your foot at my jaw, your distraction of a light tickle working wonders as I try to fight a grin. Once I give you that pull, hoping to weaken your leg for the match, I kick you off me to the side. Bringing my knees to my chest, I then kick up to standing doing a standard Kip-up, my lightly sweaty body looking fantastic under the lights and getting cheers from the crowd. Hands up defensive facing you, I get ready to defend in case you try to grab me.

Fearless Freddie::
Ploy works and you kick out of the lock .... we both kick up and circle ...... both bods glistening with sweat now ....... we circle in stance arms up .... then lunge into classic collar and elbow ..... both twisting and musclin' each other ...... both fighting and struggling for the upper hand ....... leg sweep ... heave twist and hip toss ya to the mat.

Madison Jones:
We do struggle back and forth in your force a lockup. It's not the easiest thing to take advantage of me like this, collar and elbow is second nature to me at this point. You go to take a sweep at my legs, knock me off balance, but I cling to your arms with a plan of my own. You hip toss me down, strong impact on canvas, but when you try to pull your arm away, you find I'm hanging onto it with everything I got. I roll up on my back, slam my knees into your chest while holding that are good and tight to my chest, and pull you down to the canvas alongside me with a Cross Armbar. I stretch that arm tight, working to try and debilitate another limb since you are putting up some much of a fight.

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Fearless Freddie::
You go down but hold my arm as you toss and pull me down too ...... you roll and grapple me into a cross armbar ..... NNNOO MAN NNNNOOO ... I scream as I feel the pressure ....... feel you groping for the other arm .... can't let you have it .... crook free arm and elbow stab your inner quads trying to loosen the pressure.

Madison Jones:
You elbow my thigh and I let out a grunt of pain. "Stop being so stubborn Fred!" I bring my right boot to your face, left boot to your ribs, both hands on your wrists. I STRETCH my legs out now, prying your hands apart from each other, pulling your arm out nice and tight, your body nice and on display for the crowd. A few members are snapping pictures at such high resolution images of your chest and bulge so nicely on display. I give a good tight pull hoping to hurt your arm some, then release my hands, the force of the stretch shoving you a good foot from the built up torque.

Fearless Freddie::
AAAARRRRGGHHHHH MAN NNNNNNOOOOOO getting totally worked ........ you turn us some to display my trussed up bod and bulging tent ..... hear the cameras click and some flashes flare ..... pulled and yanked .... you look to use this weakness on me .... then you release a shove me across the ring ..... rolls to ropes .... hauls up ..... know I am gonna have to up my game ..... move out tentatively ...... as you move in .......... I bounce and connect a high spinning muay thai style kick upside your head ....... as you are dazed some grip you into a side headlock and crank it

Madison Jones:
As you are getting up, so am I, not using the stamina this time to Kip-up like before. As you've noticed by now, I'm a defensive fighter, hands up as you come in. You throw that muay thai style kick at my head, arms come up to block it, but I wasn't expecting the power behind it. I fall, but maybe not as dazed as you thought I would be. You grip me into that side headlock, give it a crank, loud grunt from me. I am not helpless. Arm slides behind your back and grips your thigh, other grips your inner thigh, fingers right up alongside your cock. I crouch, grunt, and try to suplex you now onto your back, hoping to stun you.

Fearless Freddie::
working the head lock ..... power it fish facing you ...... looking to follow through but you reach around grab my thighs ..... you briefly stroke my boner which causes me to lose focus ..... I pay for that aa you heave and suplex me onto my back ...... stunned , winded spread eagled on the mat

Madison Jones:
I land on my back next to you, the impact of both of us echoing through this museum, and the crowd getting a fantastic look at our sweaty bodies. Our back and forth in this match is making me breath hard, as I'm sure you are too. I realize with you stunned though, it's time to give these customers what they want to see, the little secret that is making SECW such an underground hit. I flip over on my hands and knees, then reach up your legs to your waistband. Fingers slide in as you lay there spread eagle, and I pull them down your legs, the crowd taking pictures and whistling at your exposure. I toss the gear to my corner while I rise up to my feet, then reach down for your legs. I grab that one I put in the Achilles hold earlier, and try to slap on an Ankle lock now.

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Fearless Freddie::
Groan on the mat, chest heaving from the slam ...... as I lay winded you take advantage .... grab and pull down my trunks .... exposing my tackle for the crowd who get into a frenzy by this turn in the action ...... feeling totally exposed I see you move in ..... as you grab for an ankle lock I convulse to kick you away with the free foot ..... then roll through to clamp your head with my thighs ..... SQUEEZE ..... working the head scissor ...... my throbbing salami in your face.

Madison Jones:
There is a smile on my face as I see your uncut cock, not to mention plenty of whistling from the crowd as I expose you. You easily knock me away by preventing the ankle lock, but I can see you scrambling with concern. You go and apply a head scissors to me, and I do two things, one of which you probably don't expect. First right hand comes up and pushes back your foreskin, me knowing how painful it is for that step to be ignored by others. Fingers then coil around your cock pink to index, and I give it a couple of good strokes, both to make sure it is hard, and to give you a nice distraction while you are trying to squeeze my head. Hand abandons your cock then, me still on my knees as you didn't drag me to the ground with head scissors. Hands come up under your and I grunt as I dig into to lift your 181 lbs frame up, then slam you down on your back hoping to finish knocking your legs free from my neck.

Fearless Freddie::
Your head clamped …. You reach for my sausage and tease it ..... making it throb, grit teeth edging like crazy ….. but mad as hell about the gear strip ……. Work the head scissor …… as I do I reach for your waistband , grip grab and rip off you gear too …..twist to roll us some and show your saluting boner ….. more camera clicks and flashes …… two bare assed wrestlers struggling on the mat …… reach and grab your pole start to pump it …….. tickle you V with my thumb ……. Clamp my thighs …… ‘C’mon Mads, say it or spray it’ …….. piston pump your pole. You heave and slam me trying to break the scissor but I am focused and stay clamped on like a limpet

Madison Jones:
You rip my trunks off me to the delight of the crowd, though part of me wonders if that's really a good look in this museum as my trunks have an american flag sewn into them. Regardless, you then grip my cock with nothing near the care I've shown yours.

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There is a heavy amount of foreskin on it that remains up even while it is fully erect. You grab it and start to stroke it, trying to pleasure me, but the result is that it hurts more than the act provides pleasure. I do not appreciate that given the care I went to to pull your skin back to prevent precisely that type of pain. I rise up to standing from my knees, grunting from the pressure from the leg scissors. I again pull you up, sweating and digging into my reserve. Then I rush forward towards a turnbuckle, and SLAM your back into it as hard as I can. Hands come to your legs and unclamp them as I use that pain as a distraction.

Fearless Freddie::
You heave up ...... strat to get to your knees ..... I stay clamped to your face then a dynamite rocket heaves rams me into the buckle ..... I lose the lock and we break apart ........ we both stagger up facing each other with our massive boners ...... both sucking air and dripping sweat

Madison Jones:
You're right that I'm dripping sweat and breathing hard, but I seem every bit as determined to keep this up. Both hands come onto your chest and shove you back in the corner. Those hands then come down to the second ropes on both sides of your hips. I ram my shoulder into your gut trying to wind you, pull back, and try to do it again.

Fearless Freddie::
You come at me pushing me into the buckle .... pinned in the corner .... the start to me hammered by your shoulder rams .... OOOOFFFF OOOOOFFFF OOOOFFFFF …. the feel you rhythms and as you come in again for another ram ..... I raise my arm and hammer a massive axe handle between your blades ..... the repeats

Madison Jones:
You do not get winded easily, I'll give you that, even with the abuse I've rained down on your core. You land that first ax handle and drop me to my knees. I don't let the second land, and instead slide out for the ring when you come down for it. Next thing I do is new for me, and more brutal than I would like, but it seems like nothing really slows you down. I grab your leg, the same one I put in the Achilles leg hold earlier that I hurt. I give it pull, causing you to fall forward. I pull that leg to the side and then slam alongside the steel post, the crowd wincing from the act, and the ref starting his count as I'm outside the ring. 1.. 2..

Fearless Freddie::
The ax handle decks you but you slide from the ring to avoid the second ..... try to scramble up but leg grabbed ..... then AAAARRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! rammed against the steel post ...... NO MAN I scream as I see you are outside the ring working the leg ...... ref counting ya 3... 4 .... you make to get back in ..... desperately turn to to kick other boot into your chest 6 .... 7 ..... rocking you back to the floor onto your arse

Madison Jones:
I don't make to get back in the ring actually, my actions are much different. Still holding your leg, I pull it away from the steel post about to slam it again. I hesitate though, I don't like being this brutal. 6.. 7... I release your leg, and while you might be desperate and intent on kicking me if I were to slide back into the ring alongside you, I instead walk away from you midway between the two turnbuckles on this side of the ring, and slide in there, safely out of your reach, right at the count of 9. I'm eyeing the leg, knowing you can't very well hop around like you've been doing easily. Hands up defensive, I observe your actions getting ready to punish you if you come charging at me.

Fearless Freddie::
You climb into the ring at the 9 count ...... I haul up on the ropes .... leg totally fucked up ....... but not ready to quit ...... bounce off ropes to try a clothesline

Madison Jones:
Fuck I don't want to hurt you anymore. You stumble my way, that bad leg really showing now, arm stretched out trying to clothesline me. I duck under the arm, similar to what you did to me earlier stepping to the side. Hands come around your waist, my cock pressing against your ass, and then I return the favor. I German Suplex you.

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Fearless Freddie::
cos no leg power the c'line is too slow and goes nowhere you easily side step .... the grab me in a German suplex and drill me to the mat ..... groan as I crash into the mat

Madison Jones:
The sound of the impact echoes through the museum. I roll to my side and see you down there, I hope at the end of your rope by now. I grab those legs making sure to stay out of easy range of your hands and flip you over on your front. Grab that bad knee and start to pull it up over my neck. I come in reach of your hands sliding my knee over your back while pulling that leg tightly, and then I wrench it hard as I try to lock in the Stretch Muffler.

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Fearless Freddie:: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES YES YES!!!!!!!

Madison Jones:
The crowd is cheering as the submission is locked in. The ref down by your side. "Yes what Fred? You give? TAP." I don't ease up yet on the pressure, wanting to make sure you are tapping out, because in the world we wrestle in, YES could merely mean you are getting off on the pain.

Fearless Freddie::
I GIVE I GIVE!!!!!! GET THE FUCKER OFF ME I scream

Madison Jones:
I release the hold now, the Ref waving his hands and the bell ringing. He comes over to me to raise my hand, but I'm not too pleased about my victory. Breathing heavy, I look down at your leg. "How bad is it?" I ask after waiting a few moments for us to breathe.

Fearless Freddie::
stagger up ...... defeated .... totally outclassed by Mads ...... determined to hobble over the congratulate the worthy winner .... raise his arm .... hugs him ...... WELL DONE MADS ..... stumble back as you take the acclaim of the crowd .... buckle as I get to the corner ..... grabbed by my seconds and they carry me back to the dressing room ..... as the crowd cheer for their champion

Published: 2022-02-15, viewed 55 times.