School for Jobbers

Apollo Jackson-Morgan VS. Rob Hunter

Rob_Hunter:
"AND NOW GENTLEMEN! IT'S TIME FOR OUR MAIN EVENT TONIGHT!" The announcer screams into his microphone as I'm standing right behind the curtain ready to enter the arena. "INTRODUCING FIRST FROM EUROPE...STANDING 6'0 AND WEIGHING IN AT 175LBS…!! ROOOOOOOB HUNTEEEEEEER!". The arena gets filled with the crowds cheering and clapping as I rush through the curtain and run down the aisle. I high five some of my fans and eventually stop to give them a quick double biceps flex. The noises get drowned out by my entrance music and on the Jumbotron two glowing red eyes light up and then turn into a diving eagle, catching its prey on the ground.

I jump up the apron and wave to the crowd before I hop over the top rope, loosen my muscles and slowly walk into my corner. I lean back wearing my signature camouflage speedos, black boots and white knee pads waiting for your entrance and using the ropes to stretch a bit.

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Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
"AND his opponent... staining 6'1 and weighing in at 235 lbs... from the USA... the Apollo KIDDDD!" I head out across the arena's worn, wooden floor, fish bumps for the fans and a megawatt smile... in packed white trunks with "Apollo" in gold letters wrapping my bubble ass.. white pads, white boots with black trim, and a white and gold ring jacket, which, as I bound up the steps to the ring apron, glitters catching the ring lights. Split the ropes and step in, pumping a fist for the fans, pacing, hands on hips, shaking out thick quads…

Rob_Hunter:
The ref walks in and states the rules. "This is going to be a one fall by Submission or Pin! Winner decides the stakes!" I don't really listen to the announcement as I'm a bit distracted by your hot sculpted body...But anyways, I need to focus. As soon as the ref finished explaining the rules the bell rings. DING DING! And I raise my arms in a fighting stance, slowly circling around you…

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
I slip off the ring jacket and listen to the ref's rules, eyes on you the whole time... hand out my jacket... and bounce at the sound of the bell, circling you, arms up... closing in on your muscled bod... slicing into a tight collar and elbow, wide back arched, ass flexed, my white and black boots digging the canvas... hands digging into your thick muscled shoulder and tricep…

Rob_Hunter:
We don't hesitate too long until we clash into a lockup. Our pumped shoulders pushing against each other as we both try to outmuscle our opponent early in the match. My hands grab your neck as our cheeks are rubbing against each other. I can hear you breathing and grunting as I suddenly twist my body and wrap my thick arm around your neck, trying to get you into a tight side headlock and flexing into your windpipe while your face is lodged against my hard pec.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
Jerked into a side headlock.... my face smashed against your thick pec slab... your forearm sneaking lower against my throat, slap your arm, face turning red... getting a whiff of your musk and growing thicker in my trunks as a result... boots thrash on the mat a bit as I try to shove you off me into the ropes.... amazed at your strength and quickness, but also how fast you go for a choke...

Rob_Hunter:
I got your pretty face smothered against my muscle tits but it's still early in the match and with your weight advantage you clearly have enough strength to push me forward more and more. I try to keep the headlock tight as long as I can but I know I can't hold you forever. I need to change tactics so I suddenly let you go and charge forward towards the ropes. I twist my body and lean against them, my meaty muscled body pushing the ropes down so I can use the rebound and charge towards you, extending my arm before I try to hit you with a nasty Clothesline across your pecs.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
CRASH back to the mat, your big, stiff arm nailing my pecs.... clutching my pecs, bucking and kicking on the mat and staring up into the ring lights, amazed by your speed and power... I roll out and to the ropes on one knee, one hand steadying me on the middle ropes, the other clutching my pecs still, wincing, my neck showing some red from your forearm against my throat... needing to put my size advantage to work against a guy with this much speed and power... I wait for you to move in on me and then sink a hard ELBOW into your bricks with a loud SMACK as it connects with your skin and tight ab wall…

Rob_Hunter:
A loud THUD is echoing through the arena as I nail my clothesline on your muscle pecs and knock you on your back. I raise my arms up for the crowd as they fire me up, chanting my name. "HUNTER! HUNTER! HUNTER!" I turn back towards you again to prepare my next move but you're already back up and I know I need to act fast. But as I come back at you, you duck down and drive your elbow into my hard midsection. "UFFFFFFF!" I grunt out as I bend over and sink down on one knee. I can feel the adrenaline pumping up as I nurse my abs with one hand. I let out a roar as I use my position for my next move, pushing myself forward and aiming a solid shoulder spear right into your abs, trying to drive you back into the ropes.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
UMMMFFFF! the impact of your shoulder spear into my bricks lifts me up from the canvas and I sag against the ropes, held up first by both arms, then one as I crumpled over some and clutch my abs..... fuckkk

Rob_Hunter:
I can manage to get you into the ropes and you crumple over, one hand nursing your abs after my spear. I know I need to keep you busy with my speed and skill, working those muscles over until you’re tired so I quickly grab your wrist and pull you out of the ropes and fling you into the other side. I wait until you bounce back before I charge forward to meet you in the middle of the ring again as I jump up and aim a Cross Body Block right over your upper body to knock you back down.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
Boots thunder across the ring as you send me to the far ropes... I bounce back only to see the shadow of your muscled body coming at me in mid air, your thick pecs and abs SMACK against mine and nearly 500 lbs crashes to the mat! The ring shakes as I groan up into the lights... fuckkk!

Rob_Hunter:
BOOM! The crowd roars as we both crash into the canvas, with my laying on top of you. I push myself up on my feet again right beside you. The crowd is clapping for me as I got the muscle already laid out on the canvas. I flex my right biceps for the crowd before I slam my whole weight down, aiming a solid elbow drop right into your abs.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
NNNNNNGH!!! spit flies as I jackknife up and fall back, clutching my abs, boots drumming the canvas...... FUCK! Roll to my side away from you, doubled up, clutching my abs, one boot tapping sideways on the canvas.

Rob_Hunter:
The crowd is going wild as they watch me working the pretty muscle stud over. I get back on my feet again as you roll away from me. I throw my arms up again and pump the crowd up as I'm enjoying my total control in this match. My skin is slightly covered with sweat as I lure in the ropes, one hand on the top rope, focused on you, waiting until you reach the ropes and pull yourself up again. I push myself out of the ropes and rush towards you, trying to send a solid knee strike right into your temple.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
I hear those boots thundering across the ring and LEAP sideways, this time avoiding your charge! As your knee and leg get caught up in the ropes, I stagger up and grab the back of your head, pulling you off the ropes and running you down the rope line for a big turnbuckle smash to your forehead, BAM! Ring ropes shake.

Rob_Hunter:
I got too much speed to stop in time and I charge straight into the ropes, missing your head a few inches. Surprised by your speed I can suddenly feel you pulling my head back and along the ropes until you SLAM my head into the turnbuckle. „UGGGHH!“ I’m seeing stars for a moment and stagger backwards, my arms waving around trying to find the ropes to get a hold on them.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
I grab you from behind and scoop you up onto my shoulder, taking a few quick steps backward and then falling backward, big SHOULDER SLAM to the mat. Once more the ring shakes, but this time it's you paying the price.

Rob_Hunter:
My vision is still blurry as you suddenly appear behind me and hoist my muscle body over your shoulders, showing off your strength to the crowd. My arms and legs are flailing around as you step back and then THUD! you slam my body down onto the canvas with your shoulder on top. I flop around and grunt deep before I start to locate the ropes and crawl towards them.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
I roll out and up and move in on you, grabbing your boot as you crawl toward the ropes, jerking it out and back, taking you fat to your stomach, cross your other boot over it, sitting on your crossed boots and leaning forward, lacing my hands under your chin and PULL back, hauling your torso up and back off the canvas, my torso glistening with a sheen of sweat under the ropes, my ceps peaking as I pull back on your chin, teeth flashing... working your back and neck.... the crowd getting an awesome view of your beautiful smooth pecs…

Rob_Hunter:
I'm not fast enough to get away from you and before I can regroup myself you're right back at me. My hands reach out for the ropes as you grab my ankles and pull me away from them. "FUUCK!" I yell out as I'm not able to reach them, instead, I can feel you locking my legs behind me and fixing them under your ass. "No...no...!" I grunt as you suddenly cup my chin with your hands and start to pull me back. My muscled body gets lifted off the canvas and my meaty pecs are put on display for the crowd. "ARRRGGHHH!" I yell out and clench my teeth, waving my arms around before I grab your wrists, trying to yank them off me as my pumped shoulders start to strain and veins pop out on my neck.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
I crank back on the hold... getting hard in my trunks against your crossed boots... knowing from your shouts that you're feeling it…

Rob_Hunter:
My body bent over and my pecs stretched out towards the crowd. „DAMN! APOLLO GOT ROB TRAPPED! WILL HE SUBMIT??“ The announcer is screaming into his microphone but I’m not done yet. My hands are still trying to open your hold on my chin but you don’t seem to move. I slide my hands up over your pumped arms. I feel your thick biceps flexing in the hold. I sneak my fingers to the inside of your arms and dig them deep into the nerves under your biceps, hoping this will get me out of this position.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
SHOUT up into the ring lights as I feel your fingers dig into my ceps and the nerves.... wincing as a knife of pain stabs through my arms... fuckkk! I throw you down in frustration and Jerk my arms away and stand , delivering a hard STOMP to your upper back.... and again, my boots landing between your shoulders... a hard on-visible in my trunks.

Rob_Hunter:
My attack was successful and I hear you yell out in pain. You release me in the same moment and I drop flat on the canvas. I feel an instant relief on my body but you don’t give me much time to recover. „UGH…UGH….“ I grunt as you stomp my back and I crawl closer towards the ropes until I finally reach them, trying to roll out of the ring for a moment to regroup.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
The ref plants his hands on my pecs and holds me back as you escape the ring... the fans offering some boos for you taking the easy way out.... I pace just on the other side of the ref, arms spread wide... "C'mon Hunter... Are you here to wrestle?" I taunt.

Rob_Hunter:
I‘m up on my feet again but still outside the ring. I take in some deep breaths as I lurk around the apron. I suddenly slide back into the ring and get up on my feet. „Oh I am…are you here to talk?“ I slowly circle you as the ref backs away and I pull my hands up in a fighting stance. I raise one arm, offering you a test of strength. „Show me what you got in those muscles!“

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
I circle you... arms up... a sheen of sweat glinting under my shoulders under the ring lights... my abs working in and out as I breathe... closing in on you.... seeing you offer the test of strength, I eye you closely, warily... and lift one hand... wriggle my fingers... and then place my hand in yours.... and then the other…

Rob_Hunter:
We lock our fingers, both hands laced. I stare you right into your eyes. „3…2…1….“ I count down and instead of starting to push against you I leap in and aim a solid knee strike into your ab wall, trying to get you stunned for a moment.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
NNNGHH! spit flies as I double up... standing there... my hand is still laced in yours.... I stagger briefly... then grab sides of your head and deliver a wicked standing HEADBUTT! BAM!!! Crowd roars in approval for the rough moves.

Rob_Hunter:
My knee connects with your abs but you don’t let go of my hands. Until you suddenly grab my head and before I can even do anything you slam your forehead against mine, surprising me with a Headbutt. „UGGHHH!“ I grunt deep and start seeing stars. I stagger back, trying to locate myself and reach around for the ropes.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
I follow and grab a fist of your sexy short, sweaty hair and run you to the corner for a big turnbuckle smash to your forehead, Bam! ring ropes gyrate! I take you down the rope line to the next corner and deliver another rough turnbuckle smash to your forehead, bam!

Rob_Hunter:
You keep working on my head and dazing me even more as you slam my head against the turnbuckle. „UGGGHHH“. I’m stunned for a moment and you use that to drag me to the next post and „UGGGHH“ slam my head against the turnbuckle again. My head is spinning as I sink down in the corner. My body is sweating all over as I try to get up again but I can only manage to get in a searing position in the corner, shaking my head to get clear as fast as possible.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
Cup your chin and haul you up... pull you into what seems like a bearhug... taking a few steps backward toward center ring, and then with a loud grunt HOIST you up and over my shoulders as I fall back... SLAM your back to the canvas in a big Fisherman's SUPLEX! BOOOM! Ring shakes!

Rob_Hunter:
You pull me back up again and my hands try to grab the ropes as support. Not sure what you’re about to do but I can hear the crowd cheering as you prep me for your next move. You pull me out of the corner and just a moment later you hoist me up and Suplex my body onto the canvas. THUD! The ring shakes as our muscled bodies crash into the mats. My body flops around and I stretch my hand out for the ropes to grab, vision still blurry, but I know I need to get away from you.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
I roll up and move in on you, grabbing your boots and jerking them back to keep you away from the ropes... and in a bit of a surprise... I again cross your boots and sit on them... and reach forward, lacing my hands under your chin and jerking UP and back... reprising my earlier move that I could tell did so much damage... cranking back, my ceps popping... face, neck turning red as I pour on the pressure.

Rob_Hunter:
Again I’m not fast enough to get away from you in time and before I can even react you pull me back again. Having a deja vu as I’m getting pulled away from the ropes and suddenly find myself in the same humiliating position again…my pecs stretched and on display for the crowd, my teeth clenched and I grunt deep, trying to force away the pain in my back. „LOOK AT THAT! ROB IS IN TROUBLE AGAIN!“ the announcer’s voice is echoing through the arena as I grab your wrists again, pulling on them as hard as I can.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
JERK your head back toward me with a grunt, teeth flashing... biceps and deltoids straining as I pour on the pressure, sweat rolling down the sides of my neck.... cranking it on.... fighting to keep my grip on your chin as you claw at my wrists....My raging boner returns as I see your muscled body sweat and strain under me...

Rob_Hunter:
I can feel how strong your body is as you jerk my head back hard and put me on display for everyone to see. My face reddens under the pressure and I know I need to get out fast. My hands hectically look for something to grab or pull. Just to get me a better leverage but then I reach back and feel your legs right beside me as you squat on my folded legs. I throw my arm back wildly, aiming for your shins and kneecaps, trying to get you off balance and also doing some damage on those muscled legs.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
SHOUT in pain... but manage to keep the hold and my position so far... but your strength is obvious in these counter punches....

Rob_Hunter:
The pain in my back increases with every moment I am trapped in this hold but I can also feel that my elbows are doing some damage as you shout in pain over me. I don't stop and send a few more back right into your shins, trying to hit the same spots over and over again.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
I throw you down to the mat and stand, adjusting a huge boner in my trunks and deliver a few big STOMPS to your upper back, between your shoulder blades.

Rob_Hunter:
„UGGHHH!“ my body jolts as you stomp my back with your heels. I take in some deep breaths and roll a few inches towards the corner, knowing I need to keep distance for a moment. I settle in the corner facing you nursing my back. Sweat is dripping from my forehead.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
I move in on you, grab your wrist and haul you up, hoist you, arms around your waist, facing me, getting even harder from the pecs on pecs, abs to abs, bulge to bulge contact, spin and plant you on your back HARD, belly to belly SUPLEX! The ring shakes!

Rob_Hunter:
THUD! I land hard on the canvas behind you and my body flops around. „Hnnggh fuu fuuckk“ I groan and crawl to the other side into the corner, keeping distance to regroup myself.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
Following you, reaching down, grabbing a fist of your sexy short hair and hauling you up from behind, hoisting you up onto my shoulder and falling backward toward the ring, another big SHOULDER SLAM! BAM! Ring ropes gyrating as our nearly 500 lbs of muscle crash to the canvas.

Rob_Hunter:
The crowd gasps loudly as both our bodies crash into the canvas and the ring shakes under the weight. Again my body gets slammed down and flops around towards the ropes. A few more rolls and I can drop out of the ring, giving me a moment. I need to focus again. I roll away from the apron, moaning deep.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
I pace, abs heaving, hands on hips, waiting for you to get back in the ring.... "C'mon tough guy. We are still wrestling or have you had enough?"

Rob_Hunter:
I look up at you standing in the ring and taunting me. I’m huffing and puffing as I push myself up on my feet again. I walk around the ring, choosing the corner which is the farest from you to jump up on the apron and climb back into the ring. Eying you, my back still aching but it’s bearable as I settle in the corner. I push myself forward and wave you towards me. „Come here!“

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
I circle you, running thumbs through the waistband of my badly tenting white trunks... close in on you, dart in and scoop you, pressing you overhead, holding you up there, triceps quivering.... then DROP to one knee and slam you, abs first, onto my outstretched thigh and knee, a big GUTBUSTER! Crowd gasps again.

Rob_Hunter:
You instantly come back at me and obviously I’m still pretty slow from the impact earlier. You scoop me up, press me overhead as you show off for the crowd and then SLAM me down into a Gutbuster. I flop on the canvas, face up, looking into the spotlights but my face is just a grimace.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
I drop and cover you, my sweaty pecs pressing into yours, hooking your leg as the ref drops and slaps ONE! the crowd leaps to its feet...TWO!

Rob_Hunter:
My abs are aching as you drop and cover me for the pin. The ref starts to count „ONE!“. I realize what is going on almost too late as the ref counts „TWO!“ and at the last moment I shoot my shoulder up, signaling with my hand I broke the pin.

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
I sit back on heels of boots, quads pillowing out from my white trunks, grab that hand and haul you up... stuffing your head between my thighs and hoisting you up.... holding you there.... then kick out my boots and PILEDRIVE you into the mat.

BOOM! Ring shakes again.... and I again press my pecs into yours after you flop to your back, again hooking your leg... the ref dropping and once more slapping out the count.... ONE! TWO!

Rob_Hunter:
I could manage to kick out in time but you’re wasting no time now. You push yourself up and drag me with you, tuck my head between your quads and hoist me upside down. „No…no…“ I mumble but it’s too late. THUD! My head crashes into the canvas and my body flops on the mats. Your pecs pressing down on mine as the ref drops in counting „ONE!“. My head is spinning as the ref follows up counting „TWO!“.

I feel my leg twitching and my senses come back. „Get up Rob!“ something in my head is telling me but my body doesn’t respond… „THREE!!!“ DING DING DING!

Apollo_Jackson-Morgan:
I sit back on heels of my boots, have heaving, sweat rolling down the sides of my neck and between my pecs as the ref hoists my arm and I stagger up to my boots.... a huge win over the German stud. The crowd roars...My body glistens under the ring lights...

Eyeing you, hands on hips, I reach down and help you up, pulling you into a quick bearhug before I split the ropes and head through the crowd, fans slapping my shoulder blades and ass as I pass by, finding my way back to the locker room, abs still heaving when I get there...

The End

Published: 2022-12-18, viewed 122 times.