SECW - SouthEast Championship Wrestling

Previous: Gauntlet Match Part 1

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Previously Madison had entered into a gauntlet match in the SECW Pay Per View event The Shamrock Slam. His victory condition is to claim 3 out of 5 falls. Having done very well in Round 1 and 2 picking up two wins, he now faces off against one of his tougher opponents from the Beat the Blues Tour, Asian Terror. Having been stripped of his trunks, and fatigue setting in, Madison prepares himself for the next round enjoying a shot of whiskey provided by the events sponsor, Green Spot Irish Whiskey.

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You are not logged in. - Asian Terror - Age: 21, 6’1”, 198 lbs, 7” Cock (Cut)

Asian Terror:
Had an intense battle against this wrestling stud in my SECW debut and I need to right the wrong that happened in that match. Been watching the other two matches on the TV in the back and talked with both guys now before I head out. Spotlight shines on the entrance and I'm wearing super tight shiny red metallic squares with matching boots. The boots have green laces and i have white arm bands on with green lucky 🍀 charms. Rock solid bod glistening from the posing oil as I’m introduced.

Announcer:
“the third competitor of the night hailing from Singapore standing 6’1 198lbs of Pure Asian Beef it's Assssssiiiaaaann Terrrrrrror”

Asian Terror:
The crowd roars as I strut to the ring all business and keep laser focused for this match. I climb up into the ring and smirk as you’re already stripped of your trunks and see your rod still bulging even if it’s only semi. Smile at you and dance my thick pecs.

Madison Jones:
Sitting in my corner drinking my water, I'm looking a bit better after the 3 minutes rest since I used two of the ones I earned. Lights then start to dim as Asian Terror starts to make his entrance. I pull myself up, standing naked there with my erection having softened some, getting ready for the next guy as he comes down.

As Asian Terror comes into the ring, I shake my head, hands come in up for a lock up in the center of the ring as the Ref brings us together. "Hey." Is all I say. Of course I'm thinking about all the things you did in our last match, but what weighs more heavily on my mind is seeing the things you did to Commissioner Foxy in your two matches with. After the rest, I feel maybe around 70 not counting the hits I've taken... and AT here was hard to take down in my first match. I wiggle my fingers showing I'm ready to lock up. "Let's go."

Asian Terror:
Determined not to fall into this stud’s traps like last time. Watch you move forward and grin as I see your body glistening from head to toe … even with the break the tolls of the previous two matches in my favor! I stay focused and all emotion is wiped from my face and as you say lets go the ref rings the bell. See you moving in for lockup and remember we're both pretty equal strength wise altho i do have a longer reach. I move in for the lockup and raise up arms as fans see my perfect V shape lats as I go to slam into you. I sidestep at the last second and smash my right elbow up into the side of your head to try and get you rattled early on!

Madison Jones:
Seems like you are willing to lock up, so I reach in as the bell rings. We both know that if I win this round with you, that would be 3 points and I would win the gauntlet, though I would still have to take on the last two competitors for sport. Regardless I know you are going to make this tough on me, and that shows as you sidestep the collar & elbow and try to slam your elbow into the side of my head. Expecting you to play dirty, I manage to bring my arm up just in time to absorb some of the hit, instead taking it to my right arm, but the impact causes me to stagger to my left. I then try to tackle you hoping to ram my shoulder right into your gut and take you down to the canvas in the process.

Asian Terror:
Only a partial impact from my elbow. Impressed Madi is still able to focus well … see you stagger to the side and then watch you bend over as you try to spear me. I side step you and grab your hair and your bare ass and run with you to slam you between the top and middle turnbuckle…trying to post you brutally. The fans in the first few rows see the crazed intensity in my eyes and on my face as I go full offense!

Madison Jones:
You side step me again playing defensive, then grab my hair and one of ass cheeks trying to get into the corner and throw my shoulder into the post. Thing is, we are still in the middle of the ring, and as you noted earlier, about even weight, full distance for me to struggle against you. You walk me towards the post, that savage look in your eyes, me fighting you every step of the way. When we get to the ropes I shoot my hands and grab the middle ones on both sides of the turnbuckle and flex to stop you from throwing me in. I then bring my right leg back and try to knock your left out from under you to get you off me.

Asian Terror:
Your arms block the corner posting and feel your leg snap into mine and inlet out a yelp and hop for a second and cok my elbow and drive it into the small of your back as you're bent over holding onto the ropes. Roar out and follow it up with a double axe handle letting you feel my raw unbridled power as muscles ripple and flex during the attack.

Madison Jones:
I'm going to pull myself up as you hop up from the leg hit, then feel your elbow to my back makes me cringe, face showing clear pain from the couple of back hits I took previously. You then take the time to bring both hands up for double Axe Handle trying to compound the damage from the last hit, but I pull to the side with my left hand on my back feeling where you hit me. When you drop down next to me, hunched over from the missed handle, I reach my right hand forward to grab some hair, then go to Knee you in the head.

Asian Terror:
Miss with the axe handle and you pivot to the side grab some hair and pull my head up and i bring arm up that cushions part of the knee blow but it still connects and i grunt as i sway on my knee for a second and see that hardening target in front of me and drive a fist into your lower abs and if it nails that thick cock oh well. I start to push up to my feet after lashing out.

Madison Jones:
I'm gritting my teeth knowing right here at the corner, things could get real ugly. Knee hits but you cushion the blow with your arm. As for you eyeing my cock, well it is hardening as we live in the world where violence is a serious turn on, probably also notice that foreskin is up too. With my hand on your head still gripping your hair, I start to raise your head up aiming to bash your head on the turnbuckle, that's when you go for that elbow. I'm lucky I pull you up, because this fucker was aiming for my jewels. Your elbow hit my gut instead causing me to grunt, let go of your hair. I pull back my right arm and swing fist weakly at your face while I hold my left hand over my gut protectively.

Asian Terror:
My elbow connects and drives into your abs. Feel you let go of my hair and see your fist come up aiming for my face and block it easily with my left arm and follow it up with Starfox's patented move and duck down slightly and rifle my right forearm up into your jaw with all the power and strength behind my 198lbs of Asian beef!! Crowd roars as they see your big rod sway through the air!!

Madison Jones:
You block my fist, it was clearly too slow. Then come in ducking down, and landing a solid European Uppercut to my head, the blow knocking me up a couple inches as my cock flops up then down while I land in the corner, arms over the ropes. The crowd cheers, as some of my fans wince at that, me shifting my jaw to see if it is okay. This is bad, I'm literally on the ropes now. I bring up my legs and wrap them around your core, using my arms on the ropes to keep me stable. I've never seen you in the bar, so I doubt you've seen my hot ass Taekwondo workouts, but I got a pretty strong set of legs.

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I SQUEEZE your core now as tight as I can with me in the corner. Gritting my teeth, staring you in the eye with my anger showing. Light shines over us, my sweaty naked body on display now making great pictures for the Federation Promotion posters.

Asian Terror:
The euro connects and rocks you good and I take a moment and smile at the crowd and raise my arm up high in celebration. Perhaps a bit too early as your legs snake over my pelvis and start to squeeze down on my core. I roar in anger and bring my hand down grabbing your wet cock. It feels like it's pulsing a bit and I start to stroke it from the base to your tip and let my thumb tease your sensitive underside. I look into your eyes and definitely fight to not show any pain I'm in. Stroke that wet hard cock more and thumb really working that sensitive underside… poor uncut boy will not be able to resist my smooth slick asian stroking style!

Madison Jones:
As I'm squeezing here, my cock is perfectly under you, open and mostly erect. It was a dangerous move using my cock as bait, but you take it hook line and sinker. You grip ahold of it, thumb pressing through the slit in my foreskin starting to stroke it, knowing that if you can make me cum you will win the round. Oh fuck does it look good, you can see that anger in my face start to shift to pleasure as you being stroking, but I got to stay focused. I give you another Squeeze to your core, then I do something you might not expect... I let go of the ropes. My full 198 lbs frame acts like an anchor pulling your head forward, and hopefully slamming it against the top turnbuckle while my back falls to the canvas right in front of the bottom buckle.

Asian Terror:
Stroking and feel a big gob of pre leak onto my hand..sensing your close and keep stroking and tease the under belly and your dripping slit … “Come on shoot for me … you know you want to relleeeeeeee” jerked forward out of nowhere and body falls forward and as your back slams the canvas my face plants the middle buckle and hand jerks your cock in shock as head bounces off buckle and i sit on my knees in front of you. Leaning forward and looking down into your face as hand loosens your cock for a moment as i try to regain my bearings. My own hard dick pushing thru my squares into your bare sweaty ass. Give my head a shake a few times and my hand finds the joy stick again and it goes on autopilot and picks up where it left off to pleasure you more. Crowd going insane in the stands.

Madison Jones:
You see me growling, I feel your cock pressing into my ass. That's okay, I have a plan here and aim to go through with it. Right as my hands are coming up to your head, you can see that I'm biting my lower lip as you continue to stroke me, the skin of my cock sliding up and down causing some precum to flow from your surprisingly skilled and I dare say gentle hand. My hands are not as gentle right now though as I reach up and wrap my right arm around the back of your neck. I pull you down tight into a Guillotine Choke, clamp on the pressure, while I use my self inflicted pain from my lip to help fight off the orgasm a little longer. Pressure from my legs still applied, this might become an endurance test, how much pain can you take before you make me cum?

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Asian Terror:
I roar out as your arms snake around my head and you start to apply a choke. Oh damn makes my cock go rock hard. My one hand still stroking your shaft and teasing that wet head and under V. I moan and use my other hand to pull the front of my squares down enough to free my fat asian egg roll and roar out as i thrust my hip forward and spear it inside you as i continue to jack you. My hips swaying back and forth as my fat cock does its own oil check on the fighting stud. Hitting that prostate and now strictly focused on your leaking cockhead as you crank the choke…limited time left so need to make it count with double end play!!

Madison Jones:
So intent on doing this, you pull down your squares exposing your cock to the crowd if only briefly. I gasp as I feel you slide up inside me, Scotty's Oil Check on me having loosened me up more than I realized. "Fuck.... Oh...." I clamp down on my lower lip again as you start to fuck me, me struggling to keep the Scissors and Guillotine stable. I SQUEEZE again, and though I throw my might into it, your stroking of my cock is getting the better of me. You can feel me squirming... I try to clench up as best I can, but your strikes to my prostate and stroking of my cock are bringing me so very close now, the crowd starting to go quiet at the sight of our sexual struggle.

Asian Terror:
Pushing inside you deeply altho the effects of the choke start to kick in as I'm getting a bit light headed. Thrust in deep and hammer that prostate and my hips pulsing rate slowing down altho my thumb continues to swirl around your dripping cockhead and feel more and more pre leaking out. Struggling to stay in as you have the pressure clamped perfectly. It will come down to a battle of wills and strength reserves that are left.

Madison Jones:
I start to panic as I get so close to cumming now. I release my arms around your head, hands coming down to your pecs, PUSHING, trying to get you off and out of me. You can see my eyes now, wide, lip red from biting it hard... the real give away... my pelvis thrusting my cock up into your hand. I shake my head side to side as you fuck me here, the pressure from my legs easing up as you flood me pleasure. Trying to push you off me I clench up my ass on your cock, one last desperate attempt to hold out with me clearly on edge now.

Asian Terror:
Feel you let go of the choke and the blood gushes into my brain and fog dissipates quickly. Feel tour scissors easing up and it opens your ass up even more and my entire Asian rod harpoons you inside and i growl in pleasure as your ass flexes on my cock. My cock stretching that inviting hole and knocking your internal g-spot around as my thumb continues to swirl around your rock solid dick “yeah give up your champ cum to Asian Terror…let the pleasure release you deserve it!” I purr as i stroke and thrust inside balls deep. Crowd going nuts as you were the clear favorite after our first match!

Madison Jones:
Eyes wide, bulging from thrust after thrust, stroke after stroke, mouth opens showing my red teeth marks on my lower lips. "Fu... FUCK..." I start to shoot in your grip, rope after rope coming up and landing on my chest. I arc my back as the crowd cheers, pictures and high res footage being taken of me unloading while you fuck me. The ref is standing over us, sees the clear white cream flowing, waves his hands as the bell starts to ring.

Announcer:
The Winner of Round 3 by Emission, Asian Terror!

Madison Jones:
I lay there as you fuck me, breathing heavy as you stroke me. I nod to you, "finish..." I say with heavy breath.

Asian Terror:
Hear the bell ring and I smile wide. I grab your legs and push them up to your chest, opening up your ass wide. I just start slamming my quads against your hamstrings as my cock hammers even deeper inside you…drilling a hole and making you super lose for the next foes! Sweat pouring off my forehead and drops onto your face and suddenly roars out as my bubbled ass flexes tight as my cock impales your insides and I start to shoot stream after stream of my Asian seed into your hungry hole. I then pull out and tuck myself back into my gear altho bulging out big time. Use the ropes to stand and leave you there a hot mess as I raise my arms high in victory and head back to the locker room. As I get to the arena entrance I turn around and blow you a kiss then the big suck it motion before disappearing behind the curtains.

Madison Jones:
I lay there in my corner, literally just having the cum fucked out of me. I'm breathing hard, and grab the bottle of water next to me. Ref asks if I want to use my stored break, but I know I need to save it. I shake my head and start drinking water as the Stagehand pours another shot of that Green Spot Irish Whiskey... I drink needing it, feeling the effect of 4 shots going to my head under such a physically taxing event. The lights dim as my next opponent starts to come down.

You are not logged in. - Fearless Freddie - Age: 25, 6’1”, 181 lbs, 8” Cock (Cut)

Fearless Freddie:
Stoked to be in Savannah for the SECW Shamrock Slam PPV and have been signed to part of the gauntlet, current Fed hotshot Madison Jones has to run as stipulated by commissioner Starfox. Was great walking the street in the city that is the jewel of the south. Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil is one of my favourite books. And this town knows how to celebrate St Paddy’s Day.

In the dressing room I tug on my white squares with a shamrock printed on the ass and lace up the Emerald green boots ready for my shot. Look out at the crowd; soak up the atmosphere, feeling the spirit of The Lady Chablis in the air. Ready to get back at Mads who handed me my ass in our Beat the Blues tour match, and really wanna show SECW management what I have to offer as I know my roster place is on the line. Still not certain if I will get out to the ring, Both Cody and Scotty have been milked by the Blues tour champ but they have taken it out of him and now Asian Tiger is in the ring, the Eastern Tiger is not going to be a push. If AT gets a KO that’s curtains for Mads in the gauntlet and if he gets the third win then we will be declared the winner of the Shamrock Slam gauntlet. So pace the locker room wondering if my name will even be called.

Huge gasp from the crowd as AT spurts Mads ….. My name is called and my entrance music starts

Elton John – Saturday Nights Alright for Fighting

I trot out to the ring looking to get revenge for my blues tour beating. High fives the Tiger as I approach the ring. My seconds hand out miniature bottles of Jameson Special Reserve as we move down the aisle. Slide into the ring ready to get at the weakened champ.

Madison Jones:
Sitting there, still breathing heavily from that intense orgasm, I hear Fred's music start up as the Announcer calls him out. I wince with 3 rounds in a row taking their toll as I pull myself up, that being the quickest 60 seconds of my life. Rising up some of Asian Terrors cum leaks out of me, I'm sure with more than a few embarrassing pictures being taken. I shake my head trying to get back in the game, that whiskey starts to hit me good, and so I come center ring hands coming up with me very shiny under these lights from sweat. "Here we go Fred." I wiggle my fingers looking for a lock up like I always do, even if in my weakened state, probably not a good idea.

Fearless Freddie:
Roll up to feet ….. fired up …… check out that naked bod …… glistening with sweated ……. A drooping cock still dripping your juice ……… the ruch you with a body check ….. taking you against the ropes following with one ….. two ….. three massive forearm smashes into your heaving chest,

Madison Jones:
You ignore my invitation to lock up, instead rushing me against the ropes thanks to my reflexes being dulled. You throw a forearm to chest and I grunt, the ropes jostling. Throw another one, more jostling, my eyes clenching from the hit. You go for a third... you were greedy. I grab that arm and wrench it behind your back into a tight hammer. I then bring my right foot forward and kick my heel back into your shin hopefully dropping you to the canvas face first with me coming down on top of you. If I do, I slide my ass over your, some drops of my left over cum leaking out of my cock onto your lower back right above your trunks. I hold you down next to the ropes in a Ground Hammerlock.

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Fearless Freddie:
Pounding you on the ropes … but the champ still has some fight left in him and loads of skill …. He takes advantage of my overconfidence and grip my other arm twists it …. Works on a hammer and trips me to the mat ….. working me in a grounded hammer …. AAARRGGGHHH NNNNOOO MAN NNNNNOOOO …… being worked and Mads getting a breather with this ground action

Feeling you grope for the over arm .... can't let you get the double hammer on .... as you lean in to grapple for the second hammer ..... pick my moment .... the arch had and flick the back of my head into your jaw

Madison Jones:
I'm already reaching for your other arm, wanting to Double Hammerlock you down and, if I'm lucky, milk a few seconds of rest out of you while you struggle. You have different plans, you time your response just right as I lean down, and crack me right in the jaw, several people in the crowd wincing as my head cocks back. Maybe it is the booze affecting me, but I'm running more on instinct now, and the jaw shot doesn't affect me as much as you might think it should. I let go of your right arm keeping the single Hammerlock there with my left, ball up my fist, and start punching you in the back of the head. Once... Twice... going for third as the Ref watches and starts to warn me about using a closed fist.

Fearless Freddie:
The head butt rocks you some and foils the double hammer attempt but doesn't break the single lock ....... you change tactics ..... now using your free hand as a fist to pound into the back of my head ..... Here the ref warns you about the closed fist ....... as he distracts you some I have to roll us .... you still have the hammer on and wince in pain from the roll but now on top and grinding my butt into your package .... wriggling like crazy trying to break the hammer

Madison Jones:
You are just asking for it now. Ref distracts me by complaining about my fist like this isn't a fight. I shake my head and that's when you power roll us over, hammerlock still applied with you on top of me. Grinding your ass over my cock, you feel it hardening back up to full, but I pulled foreskin back up during the small break I had, it serving as a protective layer over my sensitive cockhead... of course the downside is that the stretching of the skin is uncomfortable. Anyhow your arm is still painfully locked behind your back, flat of your hand pressed against my sweaty chest, grip hard to keep it while my legs come up over your thighs. I CONSTRICT your body in my grasp as my right hand comes up under your right arm and applies as Half Nelson. Left hand releases your left arm now, slides out over to your abs and into your waistband as I start to fish out your cock for the crowd to see. I'm exhausted, I don't know if I can hold you like this, but I start trying to milk you.

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Fearless Freddie: See crowd at ringside cheering me on …. Wanting me to prevent you getting the third and decisive win …… the fresh wrestler can feel the champ is not fighting on a full tank … my wriggling has got you boned up again ..... you twist into a half nelson ..... stretching my neck ...... feel your free hand groping for my boner ..... not gonna let you milk me....... start ramming my free elbow into your ribs like a jackhammer ....

Madison Jones:
You slide your arm out from behind you, the sweat on my chest making it slick and easy to do so. I'm starting to stroke you when you bring that elbow into my ribs, me letting out a loud cry. You do it again, and another cry. You go for a third and I bring my hand off your cock and apply a Grounded Full Nelson. I then SQUEEZE you core gritting my teeth. You can't see it but my eyes are watering from the abuse. Twist your torso side to side as I constrict you trying to make you feel as much pain as I can. Coincidently, you can feel my cock slide into your ass, the fabric of your trunks keeping me from outright penetrating you.

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Fearless Freddie:
Struggling to fight your lock but a lack of focus allows you to slip under my pit and lock on a full nelson ..... and feel your throbbing missile probing for my hole, thankfully protected by the shamrock ...... Crunch up my core pulling you forward to then hammer your head back to the mat to break the nelson grip

Madison Jones:
Protected by your Shamrock indeed, for if it wasn't there, my cock would be fucking you right now. With this Green Spot Irish Whiskey in me, my inhibitions are fading, and I'm sure I would fuck you hard, something that would make you win the moment I shot my load. So it seems we both have a lucky clover for us in this match.

You crunch up your abs leaning forward fighting me as much as you can, and me expending valuable stamina trying to keep you down. You then slam back, me tilting my head up so my back takes the hit. Head falls to the canvas as I grunt out, my grip weakening on your body, both arms and legs. You could get free if you tried too while I try to tighten it up again, your full core and exposed cock on display for the crowd as I do.

Fearless Freddie:
The head slam weakens your grip ..... I heave, wriggle, and break free, roll and scramble to the ropes and haul myself up ......... look over and see you are fully boned again ...... adjust my tenting squares .... you look ripe for another milking.

Madison Jones:
You roll off me, the camera getting perfect shots of me laid out with my sweaty body and fully erect cock in the air. Oh fuck do I feel at my limits, I should have used my break.

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I need a moment so I do something I'm not proud of, I roll out of the ring falling on my side, my perfect ass fully visible to those lucky front row seat audience members. Ref starts counting. 1... 2...

Fearless Freddie:
Lean on the ropes sucking in air having escaped the clutches of the wrestling machine ….. Look over impressed, even after taking on three of SECW’s finest he is still showing why he is a champ. Mads is slumped on the mat, a pile to pure muscle and still dangerous but I can clearly see I have got him excited again looking at that missile that moments ago was poking on my shamrock.

The you stir and roll from the ring ….. catching a breather too ….. the ref begins to count you ….. 3, 4, 5 ..... maybe this is all over and a count out KO is on the card ……. look from the ring as the count continues .. Huge excitement from this Savannah crowd.

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Madison Jones:
I lay there with the front row crowd looking over me, some of them calling for me, chanting my name. The chanting is infectious, them wanting me to give up and finish this gauntlet. I didn't roll out here to get counted out, but fuck am I exhausted. I've taken many hits to my body at this point, stripped, forced to cum once, and literally fucked. The ref is counting as I take in valuable breath, and Fred has the decency not to come out and drag me back in immediately. 6... 7... I push myself up to my knee, 8... my feet, 9... I slide back in right beside Fred getting to my knees. I then try to stand up and try to force a Collar and Elbow lock-up.

Fearless Freddie:
You head back into the ring just in time to beat the count ….. you stagger to your feet … I can see the lion is wounded and hence ultra-dangerous so need to keep up the attack ….. you move in for a collar and elbow … we lock but I leg sweep and hip toss you to the mat …….

Madison Jones:
We lock up going back and forth, the small break you allowed showing well in my ability to struggle with you.

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Even though I'm clearly still exhausted, with us looking eye to eye you can tell I'm trying to have fun while throwing everything I have at this. You leg sweep me, toss to the mat, my back hitting and making a loud impact sound. I grunt loudly, my back having taken some punishment, but you notice as I lay there something bad for you, I still have a hold of your arm. I pull you down to the canvas next to me, legs coming up around those arms, back of my boots over your chest. I pull your arm straight against my abs, my hard cock hidden behind your bicep. I counter your hip toss with a Cross Armbar.

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Fearless Freddie:
The hip toss takes you to the mat …. But you grab my arm we roll and grapple on the my ….. your rigid boner slaps my abs and I am tenting like crazy in my squares …… you show me me you still has gas in your tank by rolling into an arm bar ….. AAAAARRRGGGGGGHHHHH ……. I yell ….. pounding the mat with my freehand ……. Feel your cock by my arm …. Flex my ceps to work it …… wriggle some to get it into the bend in my arms getting you to elbow fuck me, trying to bring you off.

Then swing my arm over and plunge my steel fingers into your pac …… grip and grab you in an abs claw ….. all the time feeling you work the arm arm bar ….. NNNOOOOO NNNNNNOOOOO I scream as the ref checks me.

Madison Jones:
Laying there with you in my grip, it is taking both hands to hold you there. As much as I want to reach over and turn this into my Milking Armbar, especially with your bulge clearly asking for it, this may be my only real good attempt to go for the submission. So I continue to wrench that arm when I feel your free arm come up and over, fingers digging into my abs. I start gritting my teeth as the pain causes me to loosen my grip, it becomes clear you simply aren't weakened enough yet for me to get a submission out of you.

I have to break the hold, but I'm not doing it peacefully. I bring my knees up, put my boots on your ribs and the other on the side of your face. I fight through the pain of the ab claw, then release your arm as I KICK you away from me. Left hand feels my abs where you were clawing me while I'm sweating heavily laying on my back fully exposed. Need to get up fast... I bring my knees to my chest and kick back up to standing, my hard cock swinging wildly as I do, burning more stamina to do a kip-up. I groan from doing it, muscles in my body showing clear fatigue as they burn with lactic acid. Facing you, I hold up my hands defensive, looking to counter some grapples if you try one.

Fearless Freddie:
Twist the ab claw ….. grinding your innards ….. feel you start to loosen on the arm bar ….. twist and wriggle then boot to my chest and face propel me across the ring ….. see you do a single bound bounce to your feet …… haul myself up on the ropes. ….. We move out and circle both looking for a lock up ……. Fake lunge then dive for your legs ….. flip you on your back ….. ankles to your head, bouncing on your hams ……. Stretching them …… grins in your face …. Part your legs some, and stroke your bone with my tongue …..

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Madison Jones:
Your feint trips me up as you flip me down to my back, a light sound of the impact echoing out, and though it isn't that heavy of a blow, with the punishment I've taken to my back makes me wince in pain. You then manage to fold me up, knees almost to my head stretching my legs. Pins won't win this match and this isn't exactly a submission, so I look in your face confused. That when you start to lick my cock. The skin is still up like I said earlier, so I have some protection from your tongue, but you can taste the remains of the last load that was forced out of it by Asian Terror earlier.

You can feel my body trembling some from exertion. Still my legs are one of my strongest parts of my body, especially since I've been bulking up with those Taekwondo workouts. You see me clench up, scrunch my eyes, grit my teeth, and then try to KICK out this, hoping to get you up and off me. If I do, I'll roll a rotation or two on my side to get to the ropes.

Fearless Freddie:
Licking you like a popsicle …… and bounce on your hams shredding ‘em …….. wearing then down ….. bounce bounce lick lick …….. then see that steely stare …… you heave and power outta the pin ……. We both roll up ……… sees you are a bit tentative on those now Jello legs ……..

We move out ……. Grap your wrist fast whip you into the rope ……… catch you on the rebound …….in crotch hold …… heave and SLAM ……. Crowd gasps.

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Madison Jones:
I start to pull myself up on the rope, hands come up while I stretch my shaky legs for a moment, then move in to engage. As we get close, you reach out and grab my wrist, fling me across the ring. This is bad, I try to latch onto the ropes to stop the rebound, I'm too exhausted to stop the momentum, so I come back, right into your embrace. You lift me up, hand cupping my balls, flip me carrying my momentum, and slam me down hard in the center of the ring, me letting out a cry as my back take a heavy hit. I lay there under your clearly stunned, legs shifting, trying to get my boots flat on the canvas so I counter, my heaving chest drenched in sweat.

Fearless Freddie:
Mads tossed to the mat like a sack of spuds ……… pancaked on the mat …….. as you struggle I take the initiative and grab your hair I haul you to your feet ……… grab you on another crotch hold feeling your cock throbbing on my forearm ……… Then heave a lift you up into a torture rack ……. One arm drapes your neck …… the other between your legs.

Bounce, bounce, bounce ……. Fingers wrap your salami …….. peel back the skin ……. Point it to the lights and pump pump pump “C’MON MADS SAY IT!! OR SPRAY IT!!!”

Madison Jones:
Pulled up now to standing now, I don't just do nothing while you have your way with me. I throw a punch at your gut, trying to get you off me. Feeling your arm against my crotch however causes me real concern and so I hesitate, long enough for you to pull me up into the torture rack. Peeling my skin back, I'm already working on getting free from this, and while it is a very hot move to get jerked off in, I'm not quite broken enough yet to let this go freely. I swing my left arm down forward into your face. Ove rand and over, right hand coming over your hand on my cock trying to get it to release. I can hear my fans in the crowd chanting my name, not wanting me to give up, while easily more than half are chanting for me to give up or shoot my load. I struggle a little longer trying to get you to release me, hit after hit to your wide open head while my eyes flood with both pleasure and pain.

Fearless Freddie:
BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE …….. PUMP PUMP PUMP face beet red as I work the champ! You start to pummel my face …… stagger some but keep you on the rack ….. bounce to adjust your position some to lessen the face attack …….. grit teeth ….. bounce working your back… crowd going wild ...... evenly split between these two fighters.

Madison Jones:
You feel me loosen up over your back as my head shoots back over your shoulders in frustration, "FUCK!" Bit of rage in it turning soft as I hate showing my submissiveness here. My balls start to shift, churn as you keep stroking, your fingers sliding up broadly back and forth, a scatter shot approach to making a man cum. Spurt of precum cum jets out over your fingers. One last ditch try to get free as I'm on the verge of both crying out and shooting my load. I rock my near 200 lbs frame towards you, arm wrapping around your neck. I grip as hard as I can hoping to distract you, then I throw my weight the other way trying to destabilize you hoping to know you off your feet and to your back... me probably taking a hit in the process if I do.

Fearless Freddie:
You rock and twist using all your pro wrestling skill to break the rack ……. I stagger as you wriggle for freedom ….. can feel your dick throbbing in my hand …….. knows you are ssssoooooo close to spraying the light fittings ……. But your skill to outwit me …… I step forward some as you break the rack …….. then I drop you into an unplanned over the knee backbreaker

Madison Jones:
For a moment, I think it is going to work. I get ready to pivot around, hoping to slap a Rear Naked with my cock pressed protectively behind your back. This COULD work! But you manage to slide me forward instead of back, bring me down over your extended knee, another big hit to my back. I cry out, CRY OUT in pain. Many of the fans recoil from the hit as I'm held over your knee, stunned, groaning, my dick hard with its head spurting a little more precum. I lay over your knee in a position I don't normally admit to, I lay there helpless for you to finish me.

Fearless Freddie:
Pissed that I let you escape from the rack, I was wanting to take shots at the light fittings with your spunk ….. your body slippery with sweat tumbles forward and rolls to the knee I had extended to keep my balance and not get grabbed backwards from behind …… looking down seeing your hot bod draped over my knee and can’t believe my luck …… put hand on your head to keep the back arched, it has already been worked from a slam and from being bounced on the rack ……. And the other hand goes back to work on your throbbing sausage …..

Madison Jones:
Eyes wide as you hold my back down, chest heaving, fuck I don't know if I can come back from this. You work my cock so well, my face scrunches up as I start to cry out, hand slapping your back in submission as I start to spew another load.

It shoots out covering your hand as you keep jerking me, mouth open breathing heavily and moaning as it comes out surprisingly thick for a man who shot a load not more than 15 minutes ago. Hand keeps slapping your back as the Ref sees both my submission and emission, waves his hands.

Announcer:
The Winner of Round 4 by Emission and Submission, Fearless Freddie!

Fearless Freddie:
I work your back with my knee, work cock with my hand then you tap me for a sub and almost immediately, like a shaken beer can, your dick explodes spurting your thick cream on my hand and onto my chest. Ref makes the call that I have won the round and following ATs win the the guanteteers have evened up the match

I slowly rll you to the mat, you look totally spent. I stand to acknowledge the crowd with my own massive boner clearly tenting my shamrocked squares. I slip from the ring as the crowd awaits the arrival of fan favorite The Maui Kid.

Madison Jones:
I lay there for a moment, the clock already starting as the Ref crouches down next to me asking if I want to use my remaining break. I simply nod desperately needing it as I start to pick myself back up.

I crawl my way to my corner where the stagehand already has the shot of Green Spot Irish Whiskey poured for me. I drink it quickly, needing it to help with the pain in my back knowing I'll need every bit of the alcohol to help me get through this last opponent. I start drinking water as the clock ticks, close my eyes listening to the crowd, and try to focus on my own body's recovery like I used to do in my martial art dojo. Zen breathing, in and out, deep breaths. About 2 minutes, it's time for Tua to make his way out.

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Maui Kid:
I’m in the locker room stretching wearing my red and blue floral print speedo barefoot. Checking out my lean brown Islander body in the mirror at 5’5 125 pounds. Hear the announcer call my name and take some deep breaths my heart pounding as I hear the huge crowd start cheering 📣 “MAUI MAUI “ and my music starts to play. First the drumbeat and the sound of the Belle Stars “Iko Iko” fills the arena. I rush down the aisle slapping the hands of my fans. Slide into the ring. Do my normal show of backflips and lean back on the ropes and look you over. It’s clear you have taken a lot of punishment and my mind is racing as I start to think about how big this win would be for my career.

Madison Jones:
I hear the music start, see Tua come out from the back a moment later. Was afraid it might come down to this, I really had hoped that I would have won or lost the Gauntlet by now because no doubt he is feeling the pressure from all this. The alcohol through my head isn't helping either, I'm perhaps a bit drunk now, which helps with the aches of my body. As he gets into the ring, I pull myself up, shake my head, and grit my teeth as my back is killing me after Fred treated me like the Dark Knight in Batman issue #497. Regardless, we got to wrap this up one way or another.

As I come to the center of the ring, you can tell I'm a woozy, from soreness, fatigue, and inebriation. I nod as I come up to you, "Hey bud." I offer a smile raising my hands, ready to lock up. I don't expect you to accept, instead I get ready to counter you if you throw a strike my way. Let's see if you surprise me.

Maui Kid:
As you walk to the center of the ring to meet me it’s even more clear how beaten down and sore you are. “Aloha friend you aren’t looking so good “ you smile and put up your hands to lock up. Even in your state I know I’m not going to over power you. I reach up for your hand but instead of grabbing it I smack it away while at the same time extending my leg to kick you in your lower abs if it connects I back away out of your reach.

Madison Jones:
Not sure if you are trying to feint or not, but I am convinced you would never lock up with me unless I forced it, especially after our match last month. You smack my hand away, my reflexed slowed, but I see you pivot and get ready to kick. Had I not prepared to counter a strike, I'm sure this would have landed just fine. Instead my arm comes up and takes the blow, me wincing from the sound of your shin smacking against my muscle. Alcohol is a blessing here, pain is dulled some even if I might have trouble walking straight. I wrap my arm around your leg, stand up straight, and pull it causing you to fall to your back. I then fall to my back as well, hand right behind the knee joint, aiming to start working that leg to slow you down and disable you some. Classica tactic on high flyers and guys quick on their feet.

Maui Kid:
My eyes widen as you block my kick and before I can move back you grab a hold of my leg and pull forcing me to fall to my ass. You drop down with me your hand on my knee joint. I start to panic some as I know what a skilled mat wrestler you are. I know I need to get free before you have a chance to damage my legs and I take my free leg and start to furiously kick at you wherever my feet will land.

Madison Jones:
You start kicking to get me off, wherever you can. I hurt that leg which was the goal, one kick hitting me in the chest. I release your leg and roll away on my side two full rotation ropes. I can't spare the stamina here to kip-up like I've been doing, pull myself up to my feet using the ropes, hands coming up defensive. Left hand feels where you kick just landed as I shake my head, sweat droplets flying off from my hair. I start to inch forward, stance lowers to help with my balance. I play defensive again, getting ready to counter strikes if... rather when you come at me.

Maui Kid:
I get you to release my leg. Feeling relief as you roll away. However when I start to get up to my feet I realize that you actually did some damage on my leg as I stumble and then shake my leg out. Looking over at you as you get back to your feet waiting for me. I take a deep breath as its on me to make the first move again. I approach you slowly at first. Then lower my shoulder and rush you like I’m going for a spear and just before I reach you I rise up aiming my forearm at the side of your head.

Madison Jones:
This time you fool me, rush headlong looking like you are going to spear, though I noticed your limp from the leg. I adjust, like I'm planning to do something big, and I am... I'm thinking about trying to throw you in a steel post. Even drunk my nice guy behavior shines through though, and so I hesitate as you crack your forearm across the side of my head, face snapping to the side almost toppling me over. Left arm comes up under your arm, your hand behind my neck while my hand grabs your hair. Face turns back towards with gritted teeth as I crouch, and fling your 123 lbs frame up and over my shoulder down in front of me with a Arm drag.

Maui Kid:
My forearm dies connect and I see your head snap back but much to my dismay you grab my arm and my thick black hair. And you crouch down I try to struggle but your size advantage works strongly in your favor as you execute a perfect arm drag takedown. I let out a groan as my back slams into the mat. Starting to feel frustrated as I can’t seem to find a way into this match. It’s still early though and I’m able to jump up to my feet fast and face you. I’m tired of the games and this time I leap up from a standing position and aim my feet at your chest for a big dropkick.

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Madison Jones:
You are spry, hop up quickly even after the hit. I'm starting to rise up getting to my feet as you jump up and throw a dropkick my way. Reflexes are slowed like I said, don't have the speed to try and counter. You kick lands in my chest causing me to topple over backwards, another red mark being added to my chest. The momentum causes me to roll a rotation away from you on my back center ring, groans coming from as the crowd cheers for you. I lay there looking very tired, my left hand feeling my chest as I seem dazed.

Maui Kid:
Land the dropkick and Kip up to my feet. The cheers of the crowd making me feel a rush of adrenaline. I know I have to stay on you though and that you could be playing up your pain. I decide it’s time to try to knock some more air out of your lungs. I grab your legs one in each hand and dive down head first for a big Islander headbutt straight into your abs.

Madison Jones:
I wish I was more together right now to appreciate a good kip-up, but I'm not. You come my way, grab my legs and split them, my hardening cock fully open for the crowd to see. I panic, afraid you are going for a low blow. Left hand shoots down to cover my groin as you come down, your headbutt landing on my abs making me holler out. You can clearly see the pain in my eyes as you look up, but also anger. Legs wrap around your waist tightly as you bring your body down into the arms of a grappler. My hands reach for you hands, hoping to disable your punches while I give you a punishing SQUEEZE with my legs around your core.

Maui Kid:
I nail the headbutt and hear you yell out and it makes my speedo tent and as I start to get up I feel your muscular legs close around my waist and I let out a Yelp. The pain from your scissors distracts me long enough for you to grab my hands. I try to plant my feet and lift and twist desperate to break free pulling my arms and twisting trying to free them. Frustration in my face. “Ahhh. Let me go!“ I scream out.

Madison Jones:
I hear your scream, but it's muffled by a combination of hits to the head and the booze flowing through me. I want to lock you down knowing those hands are a problem. I give you another tight squeeze with my legs, then rock slightly to the left, then the right to flip us over so we are on your back. "Give..." I say through clenching my teeth, sweat from my nose dripping down on you. I think I have you...

Maui Kid:
You give another big squeeze and I let out a cough and a whimper then you rock to the left squeeze tight and to the left. Each squeeze makes me scream out in pain and I can feel my speedo get damp as I shoot some Precum. Before I know it I’m on my back trapped your bigger muscled body on me totally wrapped up and squeezed tight. Your sweat drips on my body telling me to give. I can’t move and don’t want to submit to you. I use all I have to try and raise my head up into yours using my only free weapon for a headbutt hoping I can reach

Madison Jones:
I was warned about your headbutts, however... but I'm running on instinct now. You swing your head forward and it hits me crying out as some of my saliva sprays out, hopefully not too much getting on your face. Grip eases on you rolling us to my side, but legs are still around you, right hand coming off your left up over my head recoiling from the hit. "Fuck..." I say.

Maui Kid:
Thank God that worked I think. As you roll to the side my left hand free now as I immediately grab your other arm and pull my other arm free. And I throw a punch to your abs and another and then go for your legs to try to pry them open and slide out. Needing to escape those powerful quads. Knowing I couldn’t of lasted even a minute longer.

Madison Jones:
You pry yourself free after throwing another punch at my abs, them heaving as I grunt, eyes scrunching up from the impact. You get away from me and I roll away pulling myself to my hands and knees. Shake my head as the crowd is on the edge of their seats. I pull myself up to my feet, hands coming up defensive again, getting ready to counter you if you throw a punch or kick my way.

Maui Kid:
I finally break free. And roll from side to side rubbing my core. Your scissors are really inflicting some pain on my smaller lean body. Finally get to my feet and see you already up amazed at how much you have in you after 4 matches in a row. I approach you cautiously. Start to put up my hand as I try to distract you with some dialogue “ nice move Madison but not good enough “ and as I finish I throw a hard smack to your cheek then the opposite one and throw a fast kick to the side of your head with what I call the MAUI surprise.

Madison Jones:
You try to distract me with your words, my hands up defensive looking to specifically counter punches or kicks, my eyes focused on you. You go to smack my cheek, a motion similar enough to a punch for my instincts to kick in, a hand comes up to grab it. You go to smack with the other, I catch it too. Your arms caught like this, it seems unlikely you could throw that kick. It might not seem like it, but this might actually be a blessing as I'm beat bad enough a strong kick like that might be enough to KO me having taken 5 big head hits already through this whole thing... which would count as me not being able to continue the gauntlet immediately ending it. Meanwhile I continue my counter dropping to my back, bringing my boots up into your gut and kick you over my shoulder to the canvas behind me with a Monkey Flip, me still holding our hands afterwards.

Maui Kid:
My plan is thwarted as you grab my hand as I go to hit you with the other you grab that one. Before I can plan an escape you drop to your back your boots press into my gut and I fly over you into my back with a big monkey flip. I let out a loud groan as I land with a THUD on my back. The impact making me release more Precum into my speedo. You still have my arms and I’m really more stunned than hurt. I know I need to act fast. I plant my feet and try to use my acrobatic ability to flip back over you and land my knees on your chest.

Madison Jones:
You flip back over, knees landing on my chest, eyes wide from pain as I cry out and cough from the impact. You sitting there, I see something that might end this... right hand comes up slowly and grabs your tenting bulge, fingers slipping into your waistband and starting to pull it out. Hand starts to work it through the fabric, teeth gritting again as the Ref looks on checking you. It seems like a last ditch effort as you ride on my chest with it heave under you. I start to jerk you off with you sitting on me, hoping all that precum you've mentioned has you near or at the point of shooting.

Maui Kid:
I manage to flip over landing hard on your chest. Looking down at you. Ready to put an end to this when. … you grab my tenting bulge your fingers slide into my speedo grabbing my hard brown boner. I instinctively let out a loud moan. But I don't want to lose this match. I need to do something but it does feel so good. I have to fight the urge to submit to the pleasure. So. I pull your hand away. Lift my ass off your chest and slam it back down again into your chest hopefully winding you more. Then spin around and try to lick my thighs around your head facing your free cock. Reach down to Peel back your foreskin. I start to stroke you as I flex my thighs against your head. Hoping to get you one way or the other.

Madison Jones:
Rising up and dropping down, the weight of your 123 lbs frame causes me to groan again, my ribs getting very sore at this point. "UGh... Fuckk...." You spin around legs coming around my neck with me not having the strength to resist the motion much, legs clenching around my head. I feel you messing with my cock, pulling the skin back, it being only mostly hard due to the pain flooding my system. You start to stroke it, and immediately my body starts to squirm. My hand comes up under your abdomen and retakes your cock in my hand, and I give it a stroke, then another as I squirm. Left hand comes up to your thighs and pulls on it, but it's clear I'm too weak to stop it. I try one more time to jerk you off, clearly at the end of my rope.

Maui Kid:
I feel you grab for my cock and I let out a moan but I feel like I might actually have you and I squeeze my thighs tighter and crossing one ankle behind my knee and raising my legs increasing the pressure and bringing your face closer to my Islander bubble ass like a reverse figure four to stop you from trying to pry my legs apart. As I do. I decide to go for it. I lean down and put your cock in my mouth. I start to work your cock with my tongue as I press my hands down on your thighs. Thinking he is going to have to either submit or cum.

Madison Jones:
It's at this point with my cock in your mouth, legs around my neck tightening. I stroke you struggling, and stroke again, feel your tongue on my cockhead, pleasuring me. I let out a moan as you work me, shifting. I feel the pressure, hand tugging on your leg, but it's clear I'm trapped as you taste the precum and the remains of my last loads in your mouth. I keep stroking hoping I can make you cum before I do.

Maui Kid:
I continue to suck you tasting your Precum as it leaks into my mouth. I can feel you are close. I ease up on the headscissor as I’m now focused on making you cum and feeling pleasure. I can feel you still stroking me and I leak some Precum. The feel of your muscled body and the taste of your cock and your scent turning me on too. I suck you deeper and take one hand and reach down to massage your balls trying to send you over the edge before me.

Madison Jones:
And that is when you taste it, your fingers feeling my balls churn and constrict. I gasp as I start to leak another load into your mouth, the crowd seeing my reaction knowing that that the deed is done. The ref kneels down by you, seeing some of the seed leaking from your lips and then raises his hands, the bell finally ringing to signify the end.

Announcer:
The Winner of Round 5 by Emission, Maui Kid!

Madison Jones: I continue to squirm weakly, fingers lightly stroking your cock, but clearly nothing left in me to continue as I lay there barely conscious at this point while you continue to suck my third load of the night out of me.

Maui Kid:
I feel your cock throb and swell in my mouth as your body tenses and there it is. You release a big load in my mouth. It makes me shoot another load of pre into your hand. As my legs release your head. Knowing I have won by emission and not wanting to hurt you for no reason I still feel you lightly stroking my cock. It’s ready to erupt now too. And I continue to suck you trying to get every last drop out of you. I know you have been through quite the gauntlet literally and want you to feel good.

Madison Jones:
I keep stroking you, though doing it weakly, I want to let you have your release. Despite everything that I've been through, I seem focused on letting that happen, you seem to be so close. I try to finish it by going for a few more strokes before my hand drops down, the ref coming over to see if I'm okay. As for the crowd in the meantime, they are watching, some of them rowdy, some of them cheering, and others absorbed into the moment.

Maui Kid:
You keep stroking me. I let out a loud moan and my body tenses up and I erupt releasing a huge load of my island juices into your hand and I roll off you to the side. Also exhausted from the intensity, punishment, and effort this match against my bigger stronger friend took out of me.

Madison Jones:
With the action done, the Stagehand who has been diligently giving me whiskey this night comes over to help us, and given my larger size, mostly help carry me with my arm over his shoulder backstage along with you. While we head back, the announcer goes over the final results of the gauntlet. 2 wins, 3 losses; a strong strong lead but running out of steam at the end. Regardless, even in loss, I feel proud of myself for giving everything I had towards this, and giving the SECW its biggest event so far.

Published: 2022-03-14, viewed 123 times.