SECW - SouthEast Championship Wrestling

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

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- Jimmy Shamrock - Age: 20, 5’11”, 165 lbs, 7” Cut Cock

Madison Jones:
Atlantic Beach City, North Carolina. The Spring Break Brawl has been rough on me, so far 4 losses and 2 wins. I'm taking Jimmy Shamrock today, the boyfriend of my friend Tua aka Maui Kid. He is considerably lighter than the people I've been taking on, and he is also younger, but with the blow to my ego from the last few matches, I'm very much on guard. As usual with this tour, I sit around on the beach reflecting on a few things because after Jimmy in Virginia Beach, I plan to face my own boyfriend Kame.

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Once the time for the event comes, I head to the changing tent, strip down, and put on my blue trunks. No shoes given the spirit of the event, with the pro ring setup at beachside. Notice Jimmy come in as I'm getting ready to head out. I seem more serious than usual tonight, so I just give a casual wave. Finally the Stagehand waves on as I'm opening tonight. Single fall match Pin / Submission with Loser gets Fucked. I hear the announcer and then my music starts.

Announcer:
The first competitor from San Francisco California, standing 5’10 and weighing in at 198 lbs. He is the rising star of the SECW. Madison Jones!

Madison’s Entrance Music

Madison Jones:
I make my way out from the tent wearing my blue trunks, waving to the cheering crowd as I walk down along the beach sand. The afternoon sun reflects off my lotioned body as I make my way to the ring. When I get to the apron, I slide in under the bottom rope, hop up to my feet and throw out some punches and kicks to get into the spirit. Fall back to my corner and look over to the tent waiting for Jimmy Shamrock to come out and play.

Jimmy Shamrock:
I get to the locker room and see my opponent just as he's about to head out. I give him a nod as he passes me. He seems locked in tonight, but I don't have a feel for if that's his typical demeanor or not, having never formally met. I quickly get changed into my wrestling gear - shin-high lace-up boots, white elbow and knee pads, and my brand new trunks; white, with a bright green shamrock over the bulge.

Announcer:
Introducing next - standing 5 '11, weighing in at 165 lbs. Jimmy Shamrock!

Jimmy Shamrock:
I go down the aisle, no music playing. New to SECW, the crowd doesn't know what to make of me. Mostly a smattering of polite applause, with some boos mixed in. I slide into the ring and head to my corner. Sizing you up I can see you're bigger than me. You wouldn't be the biggest opponent I've beaten, however. I stretch out on the ropes, then nervously bounce on my toes. I've done a little scouting and know how formidable you are, and I'd really like to make a good impression in front of these fans.

Madison Jones:
With both of us in the ring, the Ref calls us to the center to start going over the rules. While he does, I hold out my hand for a shake. "Good luck tonight. Win or lose, I'm taking you and Tua on next month at the PVP."

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Jimmy Shamrock:
Not wanting to stir the pot, I grab your hand and give it a shake. Grinning, I tell you "Good luck to you too. Tua and I can't wait to take you on."

Madison Jones:
We shake and there is a light applause from the crowd, then the bell rings. I get serious, all signs of that nice guy washing away. Bring up both hands and push into a Collar & Elbow lockup with you now. Looking you eye to eye, I start to take advantage with my nearly 35 lbs on you, pushing you towards a corner, ready to clench up my abs if you go for a knee strike.

Jimmy Shamrock:
I tie up and feel your strength. You immediately start to push me back towards a corner. Not wanting to get caught there, I shift my weight and grab your arm, trying to use your momentum against you and attempting a hip toss.

Madison Jones:
You shift into a hip toss, impressive given your lower weight. No matter, you swing me over with the first sound of the canvas clattering of the night, crowd cheering for you as you successfully toss me. As I land I roll on my side away from you, onto my back, and bring my knees up to my chest, I do a kip-up to get to my feet quickly.

On my feet again, hands come up defensive as I watch you, a fair distance away. Start to inch in looking to counter some strikes while I reach out for your arm, trying to put you in a hammerlock.

Jimmy Shamrock:
I had started to make my way towards you when I see you kip-up. I stop in my tracks, a little impressed. I bring up my hands as you do. I make my way in towards you, perhaps a little too quickly because you reach out and grab my arm, bringing it behind my back. Grunting, I twist my body a little and bring my arm up trying to drive an elbow into your chin.

Madison Jones:
Elbow to my chin sends me reeling back, pushing you away from me. "Fucker" Left hand coming up to feel it while stretch my jaw. "Wiry little fuck aren't you?" Hands back up defensive, I move in looking to counter some strikes as I have a feeling you are not much of a grappler. When I get close, this time I throw a kick towards your gut hoping to double you over so I can follow up with something strong.

Jimmy Shamrock:
"I never miss my stretches," I say with a wink. I move in close once more, hands up, expecting another grapple out of you. When you bring up your leg to kick me, I'm taken by surprise and double over with a groan.

Madison Jones:
I bring my hand up to your shoulder, right going to scoop you up cupping your balls in the process, and lift your 165 lbs frame up in the air. Crowd cheers as I get you in position, lift you up high taking 2 steps, and then Body Slam you into the center of the ring.

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Jimmy Shamrock:
You lift me up easily. Your strength and your hand on my balls turns me on and I start to tent in my speedos. You slam me hard on the mat, and my back arches up in pain. I think I hear some jeers from the crowd at my tenting, but that could just be my imagination.

Madison Jones:
Well I'm definitely bringing some attention to it, as part of the body slam as me dropping to my knees alongside you, hand still on your crouch, massaging it to make that tent even bigger, my own trunks reflecting a similar state. For a moment you see a smile on my face, like I'm enjoying this, then I get serious again. You nice and hard, I grab one arm and the opposing leg, bring my bare feet to your back, and stretch you out in a Grounded Bow & Arrow lock.

Jimmy Shamrock:
You work my bulge, clearly enjoying yourself. But then I see your face get serious again, and know I'm in trouble. You stretch me out in your bow and arrow, with me groaning in pain. I reach for the ropes but I'm not nearly close enough, so I can only take it for now.

Madison Jones:
Here in this ring in the North Carolina Sunlight, I stretch you out good Jimmy, the crowd getting a good look of your whole body while you struggle. Of course it would be way too simple to let the match end this early, I'm softening you up, enjoying you, and I hope if you are anything like me... that you are enjoying the act of being put on display too. I let go of your arm after a minute, hop up to my feet again grabbing your other leg, and start setting you up for Texas Cloverleaf...

Jimmy Shamrock:
Groaning, my bulge already hard and on full display, I can't help but admire your flair for showmanship. You're loving every minute. And if I'm honest, I'm not exactly having a bad time either. You're relentless and talented, and as you release one move you're already moving towards the next. I feel you grab my leg and I know nothing good can come of it. I push as hard as I can with my legs hoping to drive you back so I can have a moment to reassess things.

Madison Jones:
Oh no you don't Jimmy. You start trying to drive me away, but I seem razor focused on getting this move applied. Cross your legs a little like a Figure 4, then FLIP you over on your front locking in a Texas Cloverleaf, made famous by the great Dean Malenko.

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I don't hold it in as tight as I could, making sure you could CRAWL to the ropes if you want. We are putting on a show after all.

Jimmy Shamrock:
Having used this move myself a couple of times, I know how quickly it can make someone submit. You don't seem to be putting your all into this one though. Either that, or you want to entertain the crowd. Either way, it still hurts. But I'm able to push myself up and start to slowly, agonizingly, crawl towards the ropes. When I'm nearly there, I reach out my hand and try to grasp it, knowing it could force you to let go of the hold.

Madison Jones:
And I play with this, putting on the show. I act like I am struggling to keep you locked down, but walk you towards the ropes. The crowd loves it, as we both look fantastic in the spring sunlight, me having a little bit of a glisten now from the general exertion of the match. You grab the rope and the Ref orders me to break. There is a flash in my mind of when I was being tortured a couple matches ago... Before I know it the Ref is at the count of 2 as I was lost in the thought. I immediately let go then, dropping you, some of the crowd looking at me for my accidental heelish display. Shake my head and move center of the ring again letting you get up, hands coming up, fingers wiggling looking for a fresh lockup.

Jimmy Shamrock:
I grasp the rope and you don't immediately release the hold. I scream in pain as the ref starts to count. He only gets to two before you let go though, so I'm not sure what to make of that. You move towards the center of the ring and, as I make my way gingerly to my feet, I see you hold out your fingers looking for another lockup. I know I'm completely outclassed in a ground game, so if I'm going to have any chance at all, I need to hit a few impact moves. Mustering my strength and hoping I have enough in me after the painful submission moves I've been put through, I take a couple quick steps towards you, then twist. At the same instant, I leap in the air and bring my boot around, hoping to catch you with a spinning heel kick.

Madison Jones:
Standing there with my hands up, I'm clearly expecting you to go along with the lockup. That look on your face though, you seem... concerned? Fuck, I realize I might have worried you. Face reflects that confusion as I get lost in thought, just enough for the heel kick to get my right along the head. Neck cracks to the side as I topple over, the crowd makes a loud OOOOOO sound. My martial arts training is hardcoded now, you see my arms fly to the side to cushion the impact as I then roll on my side twice to the ropes. Start to pull myself up. left hand feeling the side of my head where you kicked me.

Jimmy Shamrock:
My kick connects and the crowd lets out an "ooooooh", but you immediately roll to the ropes and start to pull yourself up. You're holding your face, but I had hoped for a little more. I have to shake it off though and take a page out of your book. Namely, following up quickly and trying to string things together. Knowing I can't afford to get into any grappling moves with you, I rush forward and jump up again, this time bringing my knee up with me hoping to catch you in the chin with it.

Madison Jones:
You come at me, that look in your eyes like you are planning a mean follow up. Can't let that happen, not now, not after 3 losses in a row. I can't afford a complete turn around of the first tour. Right as you go for that jump and drop prone and roll out of the ring. Let you fall to the canvas as my feet land on the sand. You see me looking in your eyes as you land, a hint of desperation and maybe even an apology. I then grab your legs and pull them out of the ring over the back of my shoulders, give you a pull, and drag you out of the ring with me with your back on mine dangling upside down. Crowd starts to get real excited while the Ref starts his count.

Jimmy Shamrock:
My knee misses, and you roll out of the ring. I'm not immediately concerned until I see you look at me with a meaningful look. Maybe regret or something similar? Seeing that look, I get a feeling in my gut that something's not right and am about to take a step back when you grab my legs and yank them out from under me. I crash to the mat, then feel you yank me further. I expect to go down onto the soft sand but instead my legs are draped over your shoulders. Suddenly I'm upside down, dangling. The crowd goes wild. I try to squirm and get away, but you've got me tight. I can only ponder what kind of fate you have in store for me.

Madison Jones:
You hear me say it. "Sorry Jimmy." I fling you over my shoulders onto the sand with a Reverse Alabama Slam.

There is a kindness here. The move was done at beachside, the sand cushions the blow, the crowd gasping as you face hits it full force, probably getting a mouthful of the stuff in the process. I look down at you to assess the damage, then realizing I can't look weak with my current set of losses, roar while bulking up my chest. Crowd cheers the brutality.

Jimmy Shamrock:
I'm slammed face first into the sand. While it's maybe not as bad as it would have been on canvas or, worse yet, outside the ring in an arena, it still hurts plenty. I groan, face down, into the sand. It's everywhere - my eyes, my nose, my mouth...I hate sand. Knowing you're going to follow up quickly, I try to push myself up, but I can't see anything with the sand in my eyes.

Madison Jones:
Ref is still counting, I look over you, see you struggle, and immediately recognize there is sand in your eyes. See, our great Commissioner threw sand in my eyes, in the first match of the tour, and I know how much that sucks. Standing next to the barricade, I reach and grab a bottle of water from one of the fans, then drop to my knees over your back. Hand grabs your hair and pulls your head up, pouring that bottle of water over your face to wash that sand out. "You're Welcome." Is all I say while doing it. Ref keeps counting. 7... 8...

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Jimmy Shamrock:
Your hand grabs my hair and I wince, expecting you to follow it up with some kind of move. But curiously, you pour water on me and wash the sand off. I hear the ref counting. We're dangerously close to countout territory. For a fleeting moment I consider elbowing you and seeing if I can make it back in time, but after you helped me with the sand issue, I don't think that would be sporting. So I make my way to my feet, eyeing you, not sure quite what to make of everything.

Madison Jones:
The confusion is warranted, the crowd seems confused too. I fix that now. Grab your shoulder and your trunks and throw back in the ring sliding in after. Get behind you while you are laid out. Fingers grip your trunks, tips sliding into your waistband, and I go to pull them off you aiming to strip you naked before this crowd right here, right now.

Jimmy Shamrock:
My hesitation costs me. You toss me back into the ring. Still spitting sand out of my mouth, I feel you grab my waistband and yank my trunks off, my ass on full display for the crowd, many of whom are whooping and hollering at me now.

Madison Jones:
"Time to finish." I get to my feet and stand on the back of your knees now, bring your legs up to wrap up with my own, securing you tightly. Reach over you, slap your ribs, and use that to grab your wrists. I set you up for my finisher, the Romeo Special.

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Jimmy Shamrock:
Your weight on my legs, arms in your hands, I can think of no counter for this move other than not to get into it in the first place. And it's too late for that. I shake my head side to side, shouting "No!" and pleading towards anyone who can hear me.

Madison Jones:
I start to rock back now, the act pulling your chest up a little off the canvas. I do it once... it comes up just a little. Twice, you almost come to your knees. Third time, you come up to your knees, body... cock... on display. The move continues as I lift you off the canvas up into the air under this wonderful afternoon sunlight. I transition into the second step of the Romero Special, a Suspended Surfboard.

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Jimmy Shamrock:
You rock until my pale body is suspended in the air for all to see. Unable to help myself, your display of power and skill turns me on despite the pain. Precum leaks onto my chest as I scream in agony. Unable to think of any way out, and unable to even tap, I submit. "I give, I give. Please..."

Madison Jones:
You call for submission as I figured you would, the ref waving his hand and the bell ringing. I lower you back to your knees and let you go, your body slumping forward back on the canvas, sand still over it from the slam earlier. Come up beside you and check to make sure you are okay. "You all right Jimmy?"

Jimmy Shamrock:
I take a moment or two to consider your question, groaning. Finally, I answer, "I think so."

Madison Jones:
"That's good." I then flip you over, slide up on top of your chest and pull down my trunks as I dangle my cock over your face.

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I lower it to your mouth needing to display an act of dominance for the crowd, my recent 3 losses flashing through my mind. I grind my dick over your face letting you feel it get rock hard.

"Open up." I say as I get ready to face fuck you.

Jimmy Shamrock:
I'm disappointed in the loss - I had hoped to make a good impression against one of the stars of SECW. But I knew he'd be a tough opponent and that there was every possibility that I'd be right where I am now. And honestly as I look up, you straddling my chest, your hard cock in my face, I'm not disappointed in the least. You tell me to open up, and I obey. My mouth wraps around your cock, my tongue runs up and down your shaft, and I start to suck you.

Madison Jones:
I let you suck on it some, deep moan as the crowd takes pictures. I hear the commentators, talking about how I just broke my lose streak, a feel of relief coming over me. Lean forward a moment later and start to thrust my cock into your mouth, not too hard, but enough for you to feel it. Foreskin back, you can taste the precum as I start to reach my climax.

Jimmy Shamrock:
I let you take over, eyes closing, as you face fuck me. I taste your precum, licking every bit of it I can off of you. You slide in and out, and I hear you moaning. I can feel your cock throbbing as I run my tongue over it.

Madison Jones:
And then with one final thrust into your mouth, I start to flow. Rope after rope comes out of me, thick and heavy like I haven't shot in days. I moan when it happens, the first few ropes hitting the back of your throat. I pull out then, let the rest drain onto the canvas, it's the first stain of the night. Part of me resents being dropped to an opening act, but that's what happens when you lose a lot more than you should. As I drain my load, I can hear the announcer giving us the courtesy of the 3 minute warning to finish up and get back to the tent. I stay seated on your chest while I breath heavily, crowd cheers, some of them going off to get concessions for the rest of the show.

Madison Jones:
I rise up then and give you a hand up. "Let's clean up Jimmy. Sure Tua is looking for you now."

Jimmy Shamrock:
You fill my mouth and I swallow every drop I can, making sure to lick your cock clean. I feel your weight leave my chest and you offer me a hand. You pull me up to my feet and we start towards the back. I shake my head, knowing now how long I have to go to get to the top of this fed. All I can think of now is finding Tua and telling him about my match with the living legend.

Published: 2022-04-27, viewed 67 times.