SECW - SouthEast Championship Wrestling

Madison Jones:
It's the night of the Shamrock Slam, and I've been given the task of welcoming my old buddy Rory McGregor back around here. He disappeared about 6 months ago, but now he's back and ready for action, and there is no better place than in front of a live crowd. Unfortunately, here in Savannah Georgia, I didn't have a chance to see him before the match. I know he is around here someplace, but I arrived late and just barely got a shower in before gearing up. They'll be calling us shortly, so I get ready to head out.

Announcer:
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is scheduled for Two out of Three Falls by Pin Fall or Submission! After their first fall, they will be Striped NNNNNNAAAAKEEEED! If they fall again, then... The Loser... Gets... Fucked! Making his way to the ring, from San Francisco California, standing 5'10" and weighing in at 198 lbs. He is the Rising Star of the SECW! The Inspiration Madison Jones!"

Madison’s Entrance Music

Madison Jones:
An English cover of the song Alumina plays as I make my way there, the crowd cheering as I've gained a lot of fame as the man headed toward the championship here at SECW. I wave to the crowd as I strut down in my blue trunks and boots, rolling into the ring under the bottom rope while the crowd is cheering, I rise to my feet and climb a turnbuckle. Raising both hands, a shower of lights from cameras flashes over me before I finally drop down to my corner looking for my friend, Rory McGregor to come and join me.
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Rory McGregor:
I'm re-emerging back onto the scene. And who better would I want to make my Debut against than my Buddy Maddy. I get to the location, Maddy directed me to. And I strip out of my sweaty jeans, muscle shirt, and sneakers. And get into my Black Lycra/Spandex speedos, barefoot. I head toward the ring. I slowly make my way down the aisle. My eyes focused on Maddy up in the ring. My chosen song for tonight is about to play.

Announcer:
“And his opponent, standing at 6’1” and weighing in at 220 lbs! In his debut match in the SECW! Rory McGregor!”

Rory’s Music

Rory McGregor:
I feel my Scot/Irish/German adrenaline kicking up. I circle the ring and see him looking as Hot, Intense, and Ready as ever. I step back from the ring and run and leap up onto the ring apron, grab the top rope, and propel myself up and over and into the ring. Down with my right knee and slamming my right fist into the mat. And giving my buddy, but opponent for tonight an intense stair down, as our eyes meet. I stand up and back into my corner. Licking my lips and giving my bulging manhood a little attention.

Starfox:
cheers for both these SECW superstars!

Madison Jones:
It's so nice to see you again, and what a fitting match for my Irish buddy to show up at, the Shamrock Slam indeed. I adjust my bulge feeling it already getting hard while you make your entrance. The Ref calls us to the center of the ring and starts to go over the rules while talking about a clean match and making it clear that a disqualification counts as a loss of a fall... with all the consequences of that loss standing. I hold out my hand while he is talking for a handshake. "It's good to see you again, let's have fun."

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Rory McGregor:
I come to center ring, as you are moving forward toward me to renew our man-heated give and take. While the Ref does his thing, you offer your hand and with a wink, I extend mine to you. "Great to be back with you Stud! Let's do just that, have fun!" I change the handshake into a forearm-to-forearm grip. And then to kick up the heat a little, I step into you, driving our chests together. And staring into your eyes. "Just like old times! Let's get it on!"

Madison Jones:
The brotherly connection has a warm reaction from the crowd, which is going to make it all the hotter when one of us is fucking the other before this is all done. All the same, I return the affection before breaking it off a moment later followed by the sound of the bell. My hands come up while I then invite you to join me in a Collar and Elbow Lockup... fingers wiggling as I invite a larger man to come dance after so long.

Rory McGregor:
I stand in my corner, with my hands on my hips now. I see your invite and I nod, wink, and come to join you center ring. We tie up the collar and elbow. And we shove into each other. The feel of this connection is revving me up. Muscling each other, working for an opening. Back and forth we go, for a few minutes, neither of us giving much up to the other. After a few more moments, I drive my right arm up into your left armpit and hip-toss you to the mat. I back off and wave my hands to invite you, to get back up. Swaying my body back and forth. "Like old times Maddy!" I yell out for the guys and you to hear.

Madison Jones:
And so we lock up for the first time this year, the last time being from last summer. Muscle on muscle, we feel each other's resistance as the crowd cheers, hot lights raining down on us showing the folds of our bodies and the tightness of our gear.

Before I can monkey flip you like I usually do, perhaps lost in thought on the enjoyment I'm feeling, you strike and toss me over onto the canvas. I roll with the movement, getting to my knees shortly after by the ropes, and then use them to rise back up while you look so pleased with yourself. You are bigger and more muscular than me, but I've taken you down before. I don't speak, I roll my arm with my hands coming back up as I inch in toward you, then I throw a kick trying to land firmly in your gut.

Rory McGregor:
From history, I had thought about what you might do, to get an upper hand. And I saw the kick coming at almost the last moment and tried to counter by trying to throw a kick toward your head, leaping up slightly and going for an attempted roundhouse kick, with my right leg. Not knowing if it will work.

Madison Jones:
Perhaps I'm moving too slowly. Moving in to deliver that kick, I'm met with you jumping up to deliver a spinning kick to my head. My hands were up, so fortunately I'm able to get an arm up to pad the hit as I got skidding to my side on the canvas. The crowd cheers as my larger opponent takes the lead, but I'm still fresh and have plenty of steam in me. I bring my knees to my chest and Kip-Up to show off my body in the process to the crowd.

Having burned some energy to get up quickly, I hope to capitalize on you recovering from the jump. I come rushing at you and track to tackle you to the canvas with a short-range spear.

Rory McGregor:
I see as you skid to the mat and then you showed your old prowess, as you Kipped back up. I'm intensely watching your reactions and movements. I see you again almost at the last moment going for your spear to my gut. Not much chance to move directly on you, so I twist my body to the right and try to see if I can get behind you with any degree of success. But You are like a torpedo with this move, as I remember from experience. So I'm just trying to cut down on the damage as much as I can.

Madison Jones:
I think you managed to clench up right before impact, but we topple to the canvas together. I don't know if that knocked the wind out of you or not, but I do know your beefy arms are a serious threat to me. I immediately reach for your right arm, shift my legs up to your chest while wrapping them around the limb, and try to lock you down into a cross-armbar. If it works, I pull the joint tight working your shoulder.

Rory McGregor:
I am a little dazed from us toppling to the mat. I feel you grab my right arm. I can see you shifting your legs and you are on the verge of capturing me in a cross armbar. Been in that hold by you in the past. I try yanking my arm out of your control, as I twist into you. Hoping I have prevented some of the damage you are looking for. I realize as well that this move potentially opens me up to another move by you. If I can avoid the hold, I will try to roll away. But I know you are always or most often half a step ahead of me in your strategizing.

Madison Jones:
Twisting around to prevent the hold, I'm gripping your wrist tightly, doing everything I can to hold on. My boots come from your pecs to a better position to brace, one against your head and the other against your ribs. With me on my back while you are getting to a better position, I PULL as tight as I can one last time aiming to cause some damage to the shoulder. I then release your hand, the tension of my legs tight like springs, and then rocket you away from me.

Rory McGregor:
Our past encounters have been intense, But I try to never underestimate you. But I know you have the edge in Wins! So I have to work intensely to stay in the fight. Slightly winded, but feeling fairly good so far. Suddenly at one point, I feel myself managing to make a little room between us, feeling the burn in my shoulder. You release my hand and then I feel myself being propelled away from you. As I do I try shrugging off the burn. I roll around and get to my feet, as fast as I can. Not sure what move to make on you. I back off eyeing you intensely. If the opportunity presents itself, I hope to go for a cross-face chicken-wing. To try driving you into the mat and sapping some of your drive. But I know that this might be wishful thinking. Just have to wait and see.

Madison Jones:
Having shot away from me, you roll around getting to your feet while I burn some more energy to do a Kip-Up again. On my feet fast, it looks like you are trying to ignore the torque I've been putting on the arm. If you are looking for an opportunity to do something to me, you merely have to try and do it. Coming your away with my hands up, I reach for that bad arm, and try Irish Whip you across the ring. I hope you aren't ready to put me in some dastardly hold that would show off my tenting trunks to the crowd.

Rory McGregor:
As you grab hold of my bad arm, I twist my body and grab your hand on my arm with my free hand and I decide to try to counter your Irish whip attempt. I suck up a lung of air, as I drop down to my right side on the mat and I try to go for an arm drag to take you down to the mat. But I realize again; that I may be letting myself open for another move from you.

Madison Jones:
Reaching for your arm, you are quick to turn and use my motion against me, spinning me over and onto my back with an Arm Drag. The crowd cheers for the move while I lay there for a moment, but since you aren't holding me, I roll away from you a full rotation. I start to rise to my feet, a layer of sweat showing, but I still have plenty of fire in me. I approach you again and this time try to trick you up with a feint, by raising a boot like I'm going to kick your knee. Instead of doing so though, I pull the leg back while reaching for your arms, and try to ram my knee into your gut.

Rory McGregor:
I rolled around and up onto my feet. I am eyeing you out intensely. And as you, move towards me and you pulled your feinted kick, I step back as you reach for my arms. I see that knee heading toward my heaving gut. I attempt to go for a leg sweep kick toward your other lower leg, with my right leg.

Madison Jones:
Stepping back as I reach for your arms saving you from the impact. You then sweep me off my feet causing me to fall to my back, my arms flinging down to slap the canvas to help mitigate the fall... an old martial trick I picked up when I was in high school. All that aside, I immediately bring my knees to my chest again, this time with you close enough to have delivered that sweep to me. I then try to launch both of my boots into your gut with all the force I would normally do for a Kip-Up, hoping the impact might stun you for me to take advantage of in a moment.

Rory McGregor:
I suddenly am feeling the efforts I am putting into this sort of homecoming encounter with my buddy here. But I suck up my drive as best I can. But your resilience and drive keep you in the fight, even though you are on your back. I had made a big mistake, I moved toward you, hoping to swoop in and grab your ankles and twist you over for a Boston Crab hold. But instead, you drive a big lung of air out of me, with that double kick to my gut. I had tried to back off, but too late. I am sent sprawling to my back. I try to roll away, hoping to keep the distance between us. Sucking up the air as I do. Eyeing your response as best I can.

Madison Jones:
The impact causes you to go flying away from me, rolling as you take in breath. I'm not sure if that stunned your or not, but I need to keep up the offense if I'm going to take the first fall, and so very badly want to strip you... I bring my knees to my chest again and Kip-Up, burning more energy as my sweaty body shimmers under the lights to the cheers of the crowd.

I then approach you while you are down, hoping that you were stunned by the impact on your gut. Reaching down for your leg, I go to pull you away from the ropes and then try to apply an Achilles Tendon Lock.

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Rory McGregor:
Again showing the attendees your resilience and drive, as you Kipped back up and made your move on me. Prowling towards me, I can sense your drive, especially when you wrap yourself around my legs and have me trapped in this excruciating hold that you seem to have the patent on. I try sitting up attempting to send punches into your muscled right thigh. I punch and punch. But the pain is building up even more. Finally, I realize that resistance at this point is futile. So I fall to my back and slam my open palms into the mat.

Madison Jones:
And so I have you, Rory, the hold locked in, and you start to struggle while the pain runs through your limb. The crowd starts to chant, many calling for you to not give up, but many of my fans cheering for me to take the first fall.

I'm not sure if you are giving up or not. The Ref kneels next to you asking if you give, all while I grit my teeth keeping the hold locked on you unless you manage to escape.

Rory McGregor:
I grit my teeth, as I hear some of the guys edging me on. But Resistance has been drained from me. I slam my palms repeatedly into the mat. As I say through grinding teeth... "I'm yours buddy. I Submit!" and I repeat it louder so that the gang can hear me.

Madison Jones:
The Ref waves his hand signaling the end of the first round, and I immediately release your leg. We know what this means, I roll over on my hands and knees next to you while you have a moment to recover and tend to your leg. I'm breathing heavily, my sweaty body reflecting the hot lights nicely, and my right hand reaches to grab your head... your hair pulling you to a seated position. I then lean in and kiss you, hold it for a moment while we share some air between us, then I shove you to your back with me falling over the top of you keeping the kiss, my fingers sliding down to that cloth around your waist. I break the kiss and then strip you naked.

Rory McGregor:
I'll suck up this opening loss and live to be back for Round 2. This is one loss that I am revved up by. Giving me mental adrenaline to come back stronger next time. That kiss of yours was driving me wild, even in my pained situation. Then you strip me raw. I lay there smirking up at you. As my mind wants me to twist over and offer up my defeated ass to you. I manage to gather up just enough energy to rise on my elbows. "You ready for your prize Stud?" I bite my lips and grunt. Our eyes locked. "What you say Boys, are you ready to see Maddy, take his reward?" I move my shoulders as if trying to turn over onto my gut.

Madison Jones:
You start to tease me with an early fuck... and my trunks are tenting. We both know the rules of this match though, and while I've been known to dig into the spoils early in a match from time to time, today I plan to at least wait until I have clearly beaten before I fuck you. I however lean in toward you again while the camera captures your body well for the viewers watching this, putting your chest, face, and cock on the big screen. My hand comes to your dick while I toss the fabric away, and my fingers coil around your member gently pinky to index, I start to stroke you while leaning in for a kiss...

Rory McGregor:
I know the rules and I taunted you nonetheless. I was silently eager for this slow methodical manhandling by you. Then you grab my rigid, throbbing man meat and start stroking me. I shift my core upward toward the lights. As I shove my head back onto the sweated mat. Groaning in pure animal delight. My core trembles and jerks, at your manhandling. And then you lean in for another kiss, which makes me work harder to hold it in. Don't want to rob you, of a gigantic cum explosion, to take your prize.

Madison Jones:
If only I were ready to milk you, Rory... I stroke you more, because I know how horny you are. You want to release, but by the time I'm done with this match, you will be begging for it. I give you exactly three more strokes, long and full while I press the tip of my thumb over your leaking slit. I lock my blue-grey eyes with yours and see the look on your face as it is clear you are about to cum... and then I stop. "Not yet Rory. It's time for round two." I release your cock and rise to standing making my way to the center of the ring still in my blue trunks in boots. I adjust my obvious hardon, and gesture for you to join me so we can continue the match.

If only I were ready to milk you, Rory... I stroke you more, because I know how horny you are. You want to release, but by the time I'm done with this match, you will be begging for it. I give you exactly three more strokes, long and full while I press the tip of my thumb over your leaking slit. I lock my blue-grey eyes with yours and see the look on your face as it is clear you are about to cum... and then I stop. "Not yet Rory. It's time for round two." I release cock and rise to standing making my way to the center of the ring still in my blue trunks in boots. I adjust my obvious hardon, and gesture for you to join me so we can continue the match.

Rory McGregor:
I stare intensely up at you and keep my eyes on you, as I get to my feet. Licking my lips. I slowly make my way toward you. "Well we're on to Round 2 here, Good Buddy. I know you're pumped up, by that Win. My message is I'm not going to go wet noodle on you. I'm down, but not done or out yet. SO, Let's Get It On!" I stop a few feet away from you and wait for how we're going to start this segment of the encounter. Licking my lips and swaying from side to see, Eyeing you out intensely.

Madison Jones:
Your hard leaking cock is a bit of a distraction for me, I know if I had milked you, you would have been helpless. I'm not looking for an easy win though, I want to play with you more, and I want you to ask me for it later. My hands coming up in front as I inch in, I start things off by checking your reflexes after that first round, me having worked that leg with the Achilles Tendon Lock. This time I throw a kick at your core trying to land it against your tight abs, but if you manage to catch it, I then jump up and go to land a kick against your head with a Step-Up Enziguri.

Starfox:
WOOF! love that move

Rory McGregor:
I stand there for a few moments and shrug my upper body and shake my legs. Sway from side to side, still feeling some of the burn in my tendons, but no long excruciating as earlier. I step forward a few steps and notice you going for a kick to my core, which I sidestep. I had braced my left leg slightly back and I shove off with it and try to go for a spear. If that fails to have a big impact, I will step back and hope that my buddy here, will want to slow down and go for his hot Collar /Elbow tie-up.

Madison Jones:
Sidestepping the kick expecting it to either land or get caught, I'm thrown off balance for a moment while you rev up your big engine. My head follows you with my arms coming up, I'm just a little too late as your large naked body comes plowing into me. I managed, just managed to take a breath while you were rushing, tensing up my core, but you lay me out under you forcing it out of me in the process. I lay under you breathing heavily while the ref comes to see if this might end up being a pin... I dig in and push you off me while the camera captures my me laid out.

Starfox:
Nice work, those SECW camera guys

Rory McGregor:
I have gotten up and see you laying there. I don't do my usual heavy thinking. I back up a few steps and bend down quickly and grab your ankles and lift them and twist you over onto your heaving muscled gut. I step over you, and bring your left leg, over your right ankle. Trapping it in my left armpit and I try to apply a savage Sharpshooter. At least it might show my buddy and the gang that I am In this contest for sure.

Madison Jones:
Laid out breathing heavily, reeling from the impact from the spear, you take advantage grabbing my legs. Your hard cock catching my attention, fuck my own is so damn hard and showing through my blue trunks while I spread my arms. You don't get this submission move for free Rory, I struggle while you go to flip me over, arms spread fighting it hard while my body shimmers under the lights. You start to flip me over and I know I'm going to be crawling in a moment, so I scoot my body over while I have the flexibility to toward the ropes while you likely flip me over away from it. I let out a cry as you lower your weight on me, the hard outline of my cock showing through my tenting, custom-fit, designed blue trunks. I now start to crawl... Left... Right... Left... Gritting my teeth and burning energy as I do, the crowd starts to cheer as I reach for the ropes.

Maui Kid:
COME ON MADDY JUST A LITTLE FARTHER

Starfox:
Cheering on both guys as I take in another awesome SECW match

Devon Bracey: :
You can make him submit Rory! Pull Mad towards the center of the ring...

Rory McGregor:
I feel hear your hot message and know that you are about to dig into your reserve supply of willpower and adrenaline. And I can feel you clawing yourself and me with you closer to the ropes. I hear the cheers and calls for you to make it just a little further. Which would force me to relinquish and lose control. So I release control of your trapped legs, just enough, to grab your ankles and pull you back toward the center of the ring. And I go for another control move, hoping it can drain more of your reserved energy if I apply it right. I twist my body across yours and yank your legs up and backward, trapping them in my armpits and attempting to keep my right knee on your head, trying to go for a Lion Tamer Hold.

Madison Jones:
Somebody is a fan of Mr. Jericho... Clawing my way to the ropes I'm almost there, about to reach it while I stretch my arms with beads of sweat dripping down my face... off my chin... and onto the canvas.
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But then you PULL me from the rope, my fingers clawing at the canvas while I'm sure some out there cheering for you. You adjust your position, transitioning as I call it, into a High Angle Boston Crab... what Jericho calls, the Lion Tamer. I cry out, crawling is no longer an option, I have to fight while you apply the hold, the pain, and pressure to my lower back, my hard bulge showing clear as day to the crowd while you torture me. I don't have many options, but I will fight a little longer to get free. Your legs are exposed, including the one that I worked with the Tendon Lock. I pull that side arm forward and RAM my elbow into your bad leg Once... Pull forward again, and try to do it again... maybe a third time hoping you will give up the hold.

Devon Bracey: :
Come on Rory! Tame that beast! Make him submit!

Uncle Thomas: :
Come on MADDY !!! You can do it !!!

Rory McGregor:
I manage to apply, keep on and work the hold. But as I know, you are never one to give up without a Big Fight. Then I feel you put your attention on my pained leg. I grind my teeth and suck up the pain. Then you repeat your effort to break out of my control. I let out a loud "GGGGGGGGRRRR" as I manage to keep on the hold as I'm simultaneously thinking about how to avoid any more attacks on my leg. My immediate thought is to resort to an old-school move. So I release the hold quickly, dropping control of your muscled legs, shaking my leg as I stand up momentarily and turn and sit down on your lower back, bend forward and reach out with both hands toward your jaw, to try, to lock a camel clutch on your body. Hoping to drain more of your reserves of energy. By putting as much pain in your neck and upper body as I can!

Madison Jones:
You release me for a moment as my legs drop, clearly, you didn't like me targeting your leg more. Right as I'm about to crawl out from under you, it's too late, you grab my arms while I get to my knees. Gritting my teeth, this is probably going to be it... but I won't go down without a fight. Family motto about going down swinging... You lower yourself on me, and things change when I feel your hard cock press against my lower back... I don't know if it is sweat or precum, maybe both. Your hands coming under me, you lock in the move and I know it's over... at least this round.

I grunt and struggle under you, trying to get my right arm free, but I need to save what energy I have for the next round. The Ref asks if I give, I shake my head as much as I can with you holding my head, my hand tapping on your knee. I give up this round, and the ref calls for the bell.

Rory McGregor:
I am so focused on maintaining the hold, that for a few seconds, I don't feel your tap. But it dawned on me, that I had heard the Ref, ask you if you give. So I realize that you had given up, to get re-energized, after saving whatever energy you had in your reserves. I release the hold and let you drop to the sweaty mat. I stand up and move to where I can grab your ankles and I bend down and I grab them and flip you over onto your broad muscled back.

Rory McGregor:
I go to my knees and grab your boots one at a time and untie them and take them off you, I spread your muscled legs and I grab the waistband of your trunks and slowly inch by inch, work on taking them off you. I finally achieve that goal. I get up and I reposition myself so that I am kneeling next to you momentarily, I take my left hand and grab your hair and get to my feet; yanking you up to your feet. I quickly drop to my left knee and with my right knee up, I yank you backward over my knee. I push on your jaw with my left hand, as I take my right hand and grab hold of your massive, throbbing, manhood. I hold you there in that position as I gaze down at your face.

"Ready to ooze for me stud? I say just loud enough for you to hear. I lick my lips and slowly start stroking you.

Madison Jones:
Laid out under you, breathing heavily, I expect that you will soon take delight in stripping me. Honestly, I don't mind, my cock is so hard in my trunks, it could use some space. You start with my boots, one by one as the cameras record each step, my sweaty feet coming clean as you discard the boots. Finally, you take hold of my blue trunks and lower them slowly while my 8 inch cock springs out for the crowd to see.

I can't help but smile as you do it. But then... you take it a step further. At first, I think you are just helping me up, but there is a hunger in your eyes. You pull me to my feet by my hair as I wince. I'm tempted to punch you, but I resist the urge... I end up regretting it as you lower me over your knee in a backbreaker, this segment between rounds is a bit of a gray area, but it isn't freedom to harm me more with moves! I start to squirm over your knees as you take hold of my cock, the foreskin still up, gazing down into my eyes worried as I wince in pain. You can see it though... fuck I'm so aroused, so turned on... you could milk me like this and I wouldn't stop you. I wince again in pain as you firmly take hold of my cock... My hand comes to yours... and helps you pull back the skin.

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Rory McGregor:
I enjoy just holding this massive manhood of yours and just handling it enough to show the guys, that I have managed to this level of control in winning round 2, of this heated contest. Then after a few moments. You grab my hand lightly and help me in pulling back your foreskin. After a few strokes, I see 3 little strands of your precum. I release your manhood. I help you down off my knee and onto your broad muscled back. I get to my feet. This time, I move around so that I am between your muscled legs. I go to my knees and I bend forward and I put my hands on the sides of your face and just gaze into your eyes. Letting both of us, just try to relax for a few moments, while still in each other's company. No words are spoken. Just our eyes, doing the work now.

Madison Jones:
The intimacy is clear... I would let you milk me over your leg right now as hold me, my cock not needing any stimulation from the precum already dripping. You get a few more drops out, me almost to the edge before you stop. My eyes tell it all as you lower me... but then with your shadow no longer blocking the lights, it comes back to me... this isn't some glorified fuck pit... it's a big match. The sounds of the crowd come to me while you lay me on my back, both of us completely naked as you prop yourself between my legs... the tip of your cock so close to my cheeks I can feel the moist tip. Part of me wants you to just do it... our eyes locked... You see them firm up while I force myself out of this submissive state. I told myself I wouldn't just roll over and let people fuck me anymore... "You have to beat me... for it..." I say reaching my hand up to feel your left pec. I feel your heart for a moment, then push away from you rolling over, and pulling myself to my feet.

I rise to standing, roll my arm and stretch my back in what time remains. Finally, in the center of the ring, I bring up my arms ready for the decisive round. Whoever loses this one is going to get fucked, but given what has happened so far, neither of us is going to be sad about it I think.

Starfox:
cheering on both of these SECW stars

Rory McGregor:
I am up on my feet and do some side bends and stretches to loosen up. While I am eying this tough as cast iron wrestling stud. Knowing that this has come down to the decisive 3rd round. And I would say we are both pumped for it. Yes of course I want to come out Top Man, but no matter what, It was a fun Welcome back from Maddy. I then stand there swaying back and forth hands on hips, waiting for my stud bro to make the first move.

Madison Jones:
My cock is just as hard as yours Rory, I stare you in the eyes, both my hands up ready to engage. As soon as the Ref gives the signal for the final round to start, I slam into you with a Collar and Elbow holding nothing back as our cocks sway side to side grazing against one another.

While I do enjoy the feel of our naked bodies' struggle, the real goal here is something different for me. In the collar and elbow, I raise my foot and ram it into the side of your right knee.

Rory McGregor:
Engaged in this tough collar and elbow, suddenly you ram into the side of my right knee with your left foot. I suck up the shot of pain that surged from the knee. And I shake my leg quickly a few times. And I quickly go for a move that will hopefully give a renewed shot of energy into the arena and get the guys revving.

I back off slightly and then grab your left arm and go for an arm drag, attempting to draw you into a little arm drag contest

Madison Jones:
With our arms locked as you try to flip me, it's fortunate that a kick to your knee is affecting you. I lower my center of gravity to help thwart the movement, then I bring my free hand forward between your thighs. It looks like I'm going for a low blow... but instead of striking, I do something far more debilitating to you. You've been boned up this entire match, you always talk about how your horniness is in overdrive! I cup your balls and massage them, then bring my up to your shaft and start to stroke it while I'm here on my knees. With one set of ours still locked and me on my knees, let's see how you react to my erotic attack.

Rory McGregor:
I got hold of your arm and suppose that I am about to go for an arm drag, but you have as usual been strategizing and come up with a wickedly erotic counter. Dropping to your knees and manhandling my throbbing, hard, pulsing balls. "UUUUUUUGGGGG OOOWW OOOOOO AAHHHHH FFFFUUUCCCCKKK UUUHHHGGG" I growly moan out. As I squat down and I take my right hand and grab your wrist that is controlling my balls so expertly. I suck up the erotic surges of pain that are surging through me. After a few moments. I have to try something here. I take my left arm and manage to hook it around your head and I attempt to go for a stunner move if I can pull it off to any degree.

I power myself up to my feet, mentally fighting the erotic pain from my groin. I manage to grab your left hip and I squat down so that I can power you up. Trying to go and take you down to the mat in a vertical suplex. At least try to slow down your energized momentum. I know for sure now that you are PUMPED UP for sure and want to take me down and take my ass big time.

Madison Jones:
The erotic attack wasn't meant to bring you pain Rory, but pleasure. I was hoping to appeal to your sexual side in the hopes to make you more submissive, but instead, you seem to ramp up the offense. I start to struggle to protect my head afraid you may knee me in the face, but instead you use your muscles and grab hold of my bare thigh, lifting me into the air while letting my chest, cock, and ass show for our crowd. I have to act or this is going to end very poorly... The problem is when held up in a vertical suplex like this, you run the risk of severe injury if you try to break free, and with each moment you hold me up here the power builds for the coming slam. My fingers grip the side of your head, the tips against your face as I consider doing an eye rake to get free. I hesitate to do it, and then brace for the coming impact.

Rory McGregor:
I manage to get you high over me and I fall forward, driving you down onto the mat on your broad-muscled back. The ring vibrates from the impact. I quickly as possible roll off you and get to my feet and I look at your predicament. I quickly decide to twist you over onto your heaving muscled gut. And go for my next move.

I step over you and squat down and grab your left leg and try to maintain control of you, courtesy of a single-leg Boston crab.

Madison Jones:
The impact lands, the ring shakes, and I cry out from the massive hit to my back. I lay there, needing a moment, things not looking the best for me.

Starfox:
oof..........cmon Madi!

Madison Jones:
As you rise to look over your handiwork, you can see my chest heaving. I'm not going to take this laying down... but I might not have much of a choice. You roll me over to apply the submission move, piling on more damage to my back while my hard cock hangs down, skin pulled back from earlier when you stripped me. I start to crawl, digging into my reserve, and this time, I won't stop until I'm there. We were in the center of the ring when you lifted me into the suplex after all, so the mere act of completing the move put me closer to the ropes. This time I manage to grab the rope hoping you won't torture me while the Ref starts his count.

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Rory McGregor:
After a few moments, I decide to turn up the erotic senses on you, if I get a chance. I release the hold. And back away, when I hear the Ref counting for me to release.
But not for long. As I see you trying to get to your feet. I move back in and grab your hair and yank you to your feet and I thrust my right arm up into your crotch. And left arm around your muscled neck. And hoist you up off the mat and take you to the nearest corner and try to get you into a tree of woe, so that I can then; go to my knees and then go to work on your erotic senses, by having you be able to sniff my bulge man heat, while I jack you off nice and slow. Can I do it?

Madison Jones:
It's like you are reading my mind Rory, but you might not make it to the turnbuckle with me. You see, I am starting to rise, and you help me up to my knees, rubbing my head against your crotch. I nuzzle into it, taking in your scent, my hands coming up behind your legs to hold us there. Your arm starts to come around my neck, and that's when I change the narrative. I take your cock into my mouth and start to suck on it, again trying to engage your sex drive early.

Madison Jones:
My eyes look up to you submissively while I hold you like this, arms behind our thighs, firm but strong grip as I keep bobbing my head on your cock. I continue to pleasure you. The question now is... do you let me?

Rory McGregor:
Again you show your resolve to get me horned up and distracted. And you manage to momentarily throw a wrench into my plan again. I let you have a few more minutes of pleasuring me and I am so feeling my body spasming with horny lust. My ass muscles tensing, as well as my cock and balls. So I decide that now is the time for us both to work on each other's horny man lust.

shove you to your back and I quickly position myself down on the mat next to you so that we go right into a staring out slow 69, slowly picking up tempo, little by little. See which of us will want to break the spell first. "UUUMMM AAHHH UUUHHGGG UUUMMMMM OOOO AAHH UUUMMM" I moan out as I feast on your Hot, Throbbing Cock.

Madison Jones:
I'm relieved when you stand there letting me do this, I can feel your hard cock coursing, leaking a little with precum. I swear I can feel your balls tighten against my chin, and I can even feel your glutes tighten with my hands right below them. You give me, as you yourself said, a few minutes to pleasure you. I regret to inform you, my trap triggers long before that time limit expires. With you enjoying the pleasure I am giving you, I go to lift your 220 lbs frame and slam it down on the canvas as I execute my BlowJob Spinebuster. It leaves me on my knees over you hoping you are stunned by it.

Rory McGregor:
As usual, you are on top of your drive and motivation to persevere. And before I can formulate a reaction, you are up, wrapping those muscular arms of yours around my body and hoisting me up, and taking me back down to the mat, with your patented Blow Job Spinebuster. I am stunned but not completely knocked out by it, as I could have been.
I see you on your knees between my spread legs. Can't move out of your way. But perhaps just enough space to twist to my left and try to bring my right leg up towards your head, to distract you. But I realize that with your drive you might be expecting such an attempt and thus I would then be putting myself in jeopardy of finding myself in another predicament. But it seems the best shot I got at the moment.

Madison Jones:
With you stunned as you said, you then throw a kick up at me. My back is hurting, and I expect yours is too, but thanks to you being stunned, I'm able to get my arm up and stop any serious impact. I then crawl up on you, over your chest, and sit with my knees on your arms. I can feel your chest rising and falling under me, my nearly 200 lbs weight likely hampering your breathing now. With my cock pressed to your lips while I look down into your eyes, I reach back with my left hand and take hold of your cock. I've worked it, a wonderful honest blow job, some stroking here and there.... but now my fingers coil around it and start to give you slow strokes with my fingers lingering on your v-spot, your frenulum.

The Ref comes over seeing your shoulder down, getting ready to start a pin count. I shake my head at him, I'm not pinning... I'm trying to make you cum.

Rory McGregor:
As I had momentarily expected, you were perhaps, readying yourself for such a move as this. I am now trapped under you and you are stroking me, building up the tempo. With your cock head on my lips, I decide to take it in and suck slowly on it. My body is beginning to spasm and jerk. I am trying to slow my breathing enough to save some energy. "AAHHHH UUUMMMMM OOOOO UUUHHGGG UUUMMMMPPHH AAWWW YYYEEAAHH FFUUUCCKKKIN... FEELS... SO UUHHHHGGG FUCKINGGGG GOOD" I moan out. I shift my core up as high as I can and I go and swing my legs up and get them around your head. The Big question is, can I get and keep them firmly around you, and if I can, I will try to muscle you to your back. And then possibly see where we go from there.

Devon Bracey: :
Come on Rory! You've got him now!

Madison Jones:
With my cock in our mouth now and a long moan from me, I feel you squirming, hear your muffled phrases... It's clear you are about to cum. "Come on buddy... give it up." It's about then that you kick up your legs around my head. I panic, releasing your cock, and grabbing your legs around my head. I lean forward as much as I can overhead and do the offense I can think of doing... I start to skull fuck you, pulling my hips back as far as I can and RAMMING my dick to the back of your throat. I try to get your legs off me while doing this, but I'm not sure I can stop you from throwing me back.

Rory McGregor:
I have managed to apply the lock around your head. Your response again shows your resolve to maintain control of me. You start skull fucking me and ramming your massive, throbbing cock into my throat. I gag a few times. But I focus on tightening my leg muscles around your head. And I slowly but surely drive you to your muscled back.

Devon Bracey: :
squeezing his head... Come on Rory!

Uncle Thomas: :
FINISH HIM MADDY !!!

Joe Veteran:
jumping in for the final… sits down next to uncle...

Rory McGregor:
I manage to grab around your left knee with my right arm and with the control of your head maintained, I twist to the right into you, driving you over onto your muscled gut, slowly but surely. I manage to get you there and I again go for a single-leg Boston crab. But this time I add a little arousing attempt of my own, as I grab hold of your throbbing cock, trying to maintain this newfound control. Stroking that man tool of yours, with a fevered passion. I shove my knees forward, to put distance between my ankles and your hands.

Madison Jones:
My attempt to maintain control has failed, my cock pulls from your mouth as you get me on my back, and I immediately start to scramble. Your legs are around my head, I have to prioritize that or you could squeeze the life out of me. I start to flail only for you to reposition and get me into a Boston crab. Before I crawled out of this, and that's what I start to do again, but as I do I feel it... you take hold of my cock. Oh fuck... I freeze up with your fingers around my shaft, my skin down and sensitive cockhead exposed. I keep trying to crawl with you on me, but as you start to stroke, be careful to keep distance between my hands from your ankles. For now, I struggle while you pleasure me, a long string of precum dripping from my slit, the pain from the crab showing, but the pleasure keeping me from the full agony of the submission hold.

Uncle Thomas: :
Don't give up Maddy!!

Rory McGregor:
I have managed to maintain control. But I have to stay focused and not get cocky. I get to my feet and I shift my feet forward slightly. And I lean back slightly with the single leg. I suddenly drop to my knees. As I lean forward while maintaining control of your trapped leg and take my hand off your cock and try to entice your horniness some more, by taking my left middle finger and teasing your manhole. Bouncing up and down slightly to distract you.

Travis Rex:
Smile and shift to get a better view of Rory's finger attack

Madison Jones:
Releasing my hard leaking cock causes it to flick hard against my abs, a recoil in my body. You drop to a single leg boston crab... that means I can get more leverage, that released leg squirming, my knee finding its hold against the canvas. I feel it then, you start to finger my hole... I wonder if you Irish have a dirty phrase for calling it a Shamrock... I don't know. I have a chance now with the distraction from my cock no longer keeping me subdued. I plant my hands alongside my chest and grit my teeth with my knee pressed against the canvas. I dig in deep... and then try to throw you off me using most of what I have left in my tank.

Rory McGregor:
I sense that you are trying to scramble out of my control somehow soon. So I have to work more energy out of you, by limiting your movement as much as I can. I stand up tall and twist so that I am facing your upper body while maintaining control of your leg. I position your left foot in my crotch as I go to my knees and bend forward and grab your chin with my left hand and reach my right hand across your heaving chest grabbing hold of your left upper bicep. as I keep yanking your upper body back and try to get control of you this way.

Madison Jones:
Trying to get you off me doesn't seem to work, though you do rise off me and give me a brief break from the back pain. I plop down face down, my hard cock smearing some precum on the canvas under me. Before I have a chance to react, you grab my legs again while I start to claw at the canvas, the rope not far now given the effort I put into the crawl while in the boston. I feel your hands come up around my head, and you pull me back while I clench my teeth. No part of this is erotic now... this is about inflicting pain and forcing my surrender. I GROWL while you hold my sweaty body like this Rory, then reach up to your face, and rake your eyes desperate to escape.

Rory McGregor:
Too late it dawns on me that I have left the winning momentarily get the best of me. I had momentarily forgotten about my erotic enjoyment. But fortunately for the sake of my friendship with you, I am taken out of my thinking by your face rake. I release the hold and fall back to the mat. Rubbing my eyes. Inwardly, I know I deserve to be manhandled as ever you decide at this point. Put me back into my erotic desire, if you can or desire. I toss and turn on the mat, trying to regain my vision. I rise just enough at one point, to try to slide on my ass out of your immediate reach.

Madison Jones:
I'm not proud of the maneuver, but it was that or tap out. I look at Commissioner Starfox in the crowd taking in his response to the move... he has shown me that sometimes you have to fight mean to get the upper hand. An eye rake is better than a low blow, but only barely in my opinion. I pick myself back up and rise to my feet with my sweaty naked body on full view of the crowd. I move toward you Rory, grab your legs, and PULL you to the center of the ring before flipping you on your front. I take your hips and pull them up dropping down behind you on my hands and knees as I put you in The Referee's position.

My arm coming around your waist, my other arm coming to your shoulder, my cock pressed against your ass. I then try to slip my arms under yours aiming to lock in a Full Nelson.

Uncle Thomas: :
Finish him Maddy!! Breed his ass !!

Rory McGregor:
I get this feeling as I find myself in this submissive position, about to give it up to you, that perhaps I should show one last effort, one of ?!?!? defiance to giving in. But inwardly I am relishing the thought. I am going to go with the urge and show one last effort at somehow redeeming my going the nasty, cruel route there for a few moments when it was not really me. I take my right leg and step it forward and twist around towards you, trying to break out of your control. I smile at you and whisper, "Our bond is more important than winning for me. This is a moment to remember for me."

Madison Jones:
You are taller and bigger than me. I manage to clasp my hands together behind your neck, the Full Nelson applied while you start to shift trying to break my control. There is one thing though I can do now to try and keep you under control before you get loose, the thing I've been trying to exploit all match Rory... your sex drive. My cock is pressed against your ass, against your... shamrock. "Remember... This..." I then push into you hoping the penetration brings you under control. I start to fuck you in, the Full Sex Nelson.

Hairy Fighter: :
Yeah! Destroy his hole, Madison

Rory McGregor:
I had not been able to escape the full nelson. And now with your cock repressed against my ass hole. I find myself back under your control fully. And boy do I Remember this hold. And my horny sexual lustful self is Revving back up Big Time. I close my eyes and melt into your Dominating Full Sex Nelson. "AAAHHHH OOOO YYYEEEAAHHHH UUUMMMM UUMMPPHH OOOOO YYYEEAAHHHH" I feel my core throbbing hard and my cock and balls... revving. My whole body starts spasming and jerking around under your masterful control. Suddenly I feel, that this is where I was meant to be. And I am loving it Big time. "OOOOHHH YYYEEEAAHHH UUMMMMM OOOO UUUHHH UUGGHHH UUUUMMPPPHHH UUUMMM!" I moan out as I feel every penetration of your cock into my hot, sweaty, ass. My eyes still closed and my body jerking. My cock and balls are starting to beg for release. Don't know how much longer I can resist releasing my pent-up man load.

Madison Jones:
All 8 inches of my slide into you as I feel your immediate shift from resilient to submissive. You've accepted it... I pull my hips back, my cock slipping from your hole, and then RAM it forward again. "Oh fuck..." I again... and again... It feels so damn good. I whisper in our ear... "Stroke yourself..." while I keep thrusting into you building up the speed, and then release your right hand to allow you to shoot your own load.

Uncle Thomas: :
yeah !!! yeah !! go on Maddy!!

Rory McGregor:
I tighten up my core. Resisting the near irresistible urge to let my nuts bust. Then you Ramp up your invasion of my Hot Spot. I moan out in joy, at how much you seem to be liking the manhandling you are doing. Then you whisper for me to Stroke myself. You keep building up your attack, as I now take my right hand and start stroking myself off. "AAAHHHH OOOO UUHHHH UUUUGGGHHHH OOOWWW YYYEAAAHHH UUUMMMMM OOO FFFUUCCCKKK" I moan out. As I feel my load about to bust out. Still trying to resist the inevitable. Trying to put up a renewed show for the gang.

Madison Jones:
At this point, I'm not pulling out of you anymore. My cock is drilling you yes but pulled to the edge of your right before it slides back in straight into your prostate over and over again. I take a risk now feeling you are under my control... the match is still ongoing, and you have not submitted it to me. I just want to fuck you at the moment, I'm past the point, I want... NEED to seed you. I release the other arm taking hold of your hips and start to hammer you fast and hard as I come to the edge biting my lip to hold out a little longer.

Hairy Fighter: :
Breed him

Rory McGregor:
Just as I am about to bust my load, I can't resist anymore. My balls bust and release their pent-up man load. "AAAHHHHHHH FFFUUCCKKKK OOOO YYYEEAAHHHH FFFUUUCCCCKKK MMEEEE HARDERRRRR STUD UUUHHHHHGGG OOWWWWWWWWWWW!" I Growl out, as I see my cum, erupt out of me. Must be a sight for the guys. My BIG Pent Up Load, Erupting. Then .. without even really thinking about what I'm saying... I say the words, I think you've wanted to hear for a while. "AAHHHH MADDDYYYY MMAANNN! OWWW!" I, I, I... I SUBMIT!" My body is spent and I want to fall forward onto my gut. Energy Drained from me.

Madison Jones:
And so it happens, with me thrusting into you over and over, you spray your Irish load on the canvas for our audience to see.

Madison Jones:
When it starts happening, I pull out of you one time and RAM back in, my hands coming up to grab your head and wrap my arms around our neck. With passionate nuzzles to the side of your head, you feel my balls start pumping into you...

Rory McGregor:
I melt into your domination. And feeling Horny as heck, even after submitting to you. I don't have much energy left in me. But I am feeling SO Good. My body totally relaxing as I can feel your balls tight against my asshole. I am sure that you are about to ERUPT your Pent Up Load into me, at any moment. "GIVE IT TO ME STUD! TAKE MY HOT ASS and SEED ME GOOD. YOU Want my ass! SO.. TAKE IT!"

Madison Jones:
I let you feel two gushes from me before I let go of your neck and grip your hair letting you lean forward on your hands. Cumming inside of you, I thrust some more as I finish you off doggy style.

5.... Riding you hard.... 6...... Loud Moan.... 7....... Oh Fuck....... 8....... FUCK YEAH....... 9....... DEEP THRUST...... 10...... total ropes fill your insides while I hold you like this in your submission to me. The Ref waves his hands, and the bell rings.

Rory McGregor:
"OOOHHHH YYEEAAHHH UUMM YYEEAAHHH MAN!" I manage to moan out, as I collapse to the mat on my gut. The Bell Rings and The Best of 3 have ended and You are the WINNER!

Madison Jones:
I release your hair and FLEX my biceps for the crowd, pull back once with my hips, and give a final love tap to your prostate. I hold the pose for the cameras and then pull out of you, breathing heavily and covered with sweat. I then grab your right arm and sling it over my shoulder as I help you to your feet, and then together we make our way out of the ring.

Published: 2023-03-20, viewed 111 times.