School for Jobbers

Intercontinental Championship

🇺🇸 Adonis Steele VS. Rob Hunter 🇩🇪

Rob_Hunter:
"AND NOW GENTLEMEN! IT'S TIME FOR OUR MAIN EVENT TONIGHT! THE TRANSATLANTIC CHAMPIONSHIP!" The announcer screams into his microphone as I'm standing right behind the curtain ready to enter the arena. I look down over my body. Black wrestling boots, white knee pads, my signature camouflage Speedos and my pumped abs and pecs - I'm ready. "INTRODUCING FIRST FROM GERMANY...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, bouncing my pecs for the audience and look over to the entrance, waiting for the announcer to introduce my opponent for tonight and using the ropes to stretch a bit.

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Adonis_Steele:
The crowd really worked up with your entrance. The sounds of "Born in the USA" blare out over the loudspeakers as the lights go out and the spotlight is turned to the curtain. There is a pause, and then I run out, wearing a ragged torn t-shirt that reveals every muscle on my torso, skimpy yellow and blue trunks, royal blue boots and black pads. As the spotlight lingers lovingly over my muscled frame, the announcer begins: "AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM COHASSET MASSACHUSETTS, STANDING 6'1 AND WEIGHING IN AT 221#, it's the BODY BEAUTIFUL ADONIS STEELE!!" I tear off my t-shirt into threads, throwing it into the crowd and flexing again, then slowly make my way down the ramp to the ring, kissing the hotter men and fist bumping others. I roll under the bottom rope, and climb the ropes in my corner as the lights turn back on and the crowd goes wild.

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Stretching on the ropes, waiting for the bell.

Rob_Hunter:
My eyes follow you as you make your way to the ring. This is the first time I actually see you and DAMN you're not only hot...you're also pretty big! You strut down the aisle and kiss some of the pretty boys. I smile and bite my lower lip...this guy seems to be a confident and also cocky one - exactly what I like. You roll into the ring and settle yourself in your corner across from myself as the ref steps in to declare the rules.

"TONIGHT'S MATCH WILL BE A ONE FALL NHB FIGHT. FALL COUNTS EVERYWHERE!" I grin and nod in agreement before I look back at you, glaring into your eyes and then slowly walk towards the center of the ring. "Alright Mr. Steele...let's see what you got!" I reach out my hand for a fist bump as the bell opens the match. DING DING! I step back and go into a fighting stance, pulling my arms up to guard myself and slowly circling you.

Adonis_Steele:
I catch you biting your lip and smiling, and I know I have begun to get into your head. That's good. The bell opens the match and I circle in slowly, keeping light on my feet, my arms down and lunging in with multiple fakes and feints to confuse you, jumping back and circling some more, smiling. You're leaner and more sinewy than I had thought, there must be power in those muscles, going to have to be careful.

After a few more fakes, I launch myself into you as if to slam into an elbow collar tie up, but I duck low at the last second and deliver a hard shoulder into your gut, driving you back into the ropes

Rob_Hunter:
We circle carefully. Both of us are trying to find an opening to go for an attack and you react faster. You lunge in and act like you would go for a lockup but you're only faking it. Instead you duck down and drive your shoulder into my core, driving me back towards the ropes. "UGH!" I grunt deep and then my back hits the ropes. I raise both of my arms and SLAM them down into your back with a double axe handle, trying to take some wind out of you.

Adonis_Steele:
DAMN! My back arches in pain as you slam down a hard double axe handle and I drop to one knee. The ref is immediately there, calling for us to break it up while you are still in the ropes. I break cleanly, but before I step back, I do a little bump and grind into your abs and crotch, still trying to get into your head. Grinning, I step back and call you out with my hands

Rob_Hunter:
The ref calls us to break and you instantly step back, giving me a cocky dance, moving and thrusting your hips. I smile and push myself out of the ropes. "You're sexy...I know...but you should better focus on wrestling..." I end my sentence and go into a fighting stance. But I don't waste time and I instantly lunge in and go for a lockup. No faking. I wanna test your strength and so we collide. I try to get a good grip at the back of your head. I grunt deep and my muscles start to pump as I push against you. The veins on my thick shoulders pop out as I try to maneuver you into the corner.

Adonis_Steele:
I was right, there's real power in those muscles. Grunting as you slam into me, I grab your trap and tricep as you begin to force me back. My boot touches the bottom of the corner post before I can plant my feet and start pushing you back, away from the corner. It's a dance of power as the sweat breaks out on my back. Breathing hard from the effort, I go for broke. My fingers find the nerve ending where your traps meet your neck and I squeeze hard in a Vulcan nerve pinch, simultaneously driving a hard knee into your gut.

Rob_Hunter:
I can manage to get you back into the corner but your muscles aren’t only for show. Once you got a good stand against the turnbuckle you push me back a bit but keep the hold on my traps and dig your fingers into my nerves. „ARGGHH!“ I clench my teeth but before I can go for a counter you slam your knee into my guts. „UGH!“ I double over and hold my core with one arm. I know I need to get some control in this as the rage boils up in my head. You’re tough…I mean this is the championship. I take in a deep breath as I am bent over in front of you and push myself forward, trying to crush your waist between my shoulder and the corner post.

Adonis_Steele:
Getting you to double over seemed like a good idea, but OOOOFFFFFFF you slam me into the corner and take control of the match, your shoulder driving hard into my lean waist as I fall on top of your wide back. I grapple weakly, trying to get a hold of your trunks to give you a wedgie.

Rob_Hunter:
My shoulder nails you right in your unguarded core and you double over, your body right over my back. You grab my Speedos and pull on them, squeezing my big balls with a wedgie. „ARRGGHH!“ I can’t straighten up as you’re right over me so go up on my toes to lower the pressure on my manhood and grab the middle rope at each side of you to pull myself closer again and slam another shoulder strike into your ab wall, hoping to get you stunned even more.

Adonis_Steele:
AAWWWWWWWWWWWW! you slam another shoulder into my gorgeous gut, I have to get out of this corner. I still have one hand on the back of your trunks, pulling up. straightening up as best I can, my abs on fire, I use my free arm to drive a series of hard elbow to the back of your neck, all the while pulling up on those trunks.

Rob_Hunter:
We're bashing each other in the corner and the crowd is roaring over this back and forth as we're both trying to get the upper hand. But you don't let go of my Speedos and you keep the pressure as high as possible as you start to hammer your elbow into my back. "UGH UGH UGH!" I grunt and you force me to my knees. I need some time to breathe but you're still holding onto the waistband of my Speedos. My bulge is tenting even though you pull on it and my boner is fighting against the fabrics.

Adonis_Steele:
You drop to your knees and I see my chance. I let go of your trunks and grab your head, pull you up quickly and head butt you hard, driving us out of the corner. But the headbutt was a bit harder than I wanted it to be, and I am momentarily stunned.

Rob_Hunter:
Before I can regroup again you grab my head and pull me up on my feet. The pain in my back is slowly getting better but suddenly you SLAM your head against mine with a nasty headbutt. "UFFFFFFF!" I grunt and stagger back, seeing stars for a moment I wave my arms around to not lose balance. I shake my head...my vision is a bit blurry but I can still see your silhouette. You're just too massive and not to be overseen. I ROAR out loud as I charge towards you like a wild bull, jump up and throw my 196 lbs against your body, trying to crush you with a body splash against the turnbuckle.

Adonis_Steele:
You just won't let me out of this corner! My back slams hard into the turnbuckle as my head snaps back from the force of your body splash. The SMACK of your skin against mine echoes through the arena as the crowd draws in its collective breath at the growing savagery of the match in the ring. I collapse in the corner under you, my arms draped over the top rope.

Rob_Hunter:
I can finally manage to get you stunned and it gives me a moment to recover. But I know I need to keep you busy. So I reach for your head and pull you out of the corner. Just enough that your arms fall off the top rope. I wrap my arm around your neck and lock your head under my pit in a side Headlock. The crowd is going wild as I SLAP your hot ass and then drop back, trying to nail you face first into the canvas with a DDT.

Adonis_Steele:
You have definitely got control of the match.... for now. I can hear the crowd as I try to shake off the fog that is keeping me from reacting quickly enough to shift things around. I can feel the smear of pit sweat on the back of my head, your smell filling my nostrils as you headlock me. Your slap on my ass gets an instant reaction in my crotch as my cock begins to swell, stretching the pouch at the front. That's enough of a distraction that I don't realize the trouble I aim in until you drop back a second later, and then all I see is stars as I groan and roll onto my back.

Rob_Hunter:
THUD! The ring shakes and the sound echoes through the arena as the big muscle stud gets laid out on the canvas. "WHAT A MOVE! ROB NAILED THAT DDT!" the announcer screams into his microphone as you roll onto your back. I push myself up on my feet again and see you groaning. Your head must be spinning. I throw my arms up to make the crowd cheer louder, firing them up as I take a second to get my head free from the remaining cobwebs. I strut over to you, look over the crowd before I JUMP up and drop down again, trying to nail a solid Elbow Drop right into your guts.

Adonis_Steele:
I am still groaning when your elbow sinks into my unprepared gut. Instantly, my body jackknifes as the pain clears my head and I grimace in pain, arms wrapping around my midsection as I roll over to my side. "ROB HAS GOT TOTAL CONTROL OF THE BODY BEAUTIFUL BOY! HOW WILL HE EVER GET OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE?" I try to push myself up on my arms but collapse again.

Rob_Hunter:
THUD! My elbow digs deep into your core and your body jackknifes. You roll to the side in a fetus position as the announcer screams into his microphone that the pretty muscle boy is in trouble. And I like that sound! I get back on my knees and watch you trying to get up again. I reach over and grab a fistful of your hair after you collapse. I yank your head off the canvas and glare into your eyes. „Gonna show you what these muscles can do!“ I bark and throw my thick quads around your neck, trying to get you in a nasty Headscissor with your face just a few inches away from my sweaty crotch.

Adonis_Steele:
You start locking those thick quads around my head, and I can feel the squeeze building up, driving my face deeper into your crotch. My hands are waving wildly, trying to find any sort of purchase, slapping your thighs, your abs, scraping your pecs. It's getting harder to breathe, my face full of the spandex of your trunks. My legs are kicking wildly behind me. But I am not the American champion for nothing.

Gathering my legs up under me, I slam both hands into your abs, digging into a hard double ab claw as I slowly push up on my knees, slowly rolling you up and digging my fingers in deeper, shredding your ab muscles and folding you up into a modified small package pin. ROARING as best I can between your quads, destroying your abs and driving your shoulders down through the ring floor, showing my raw muscle power.

Rob_Hunter:
I flex my steel quads around your neck, trying to weaken you as fast as possible but you still have too much fight in you left and you use your strength to fight your way out of my scissor. Your hands claw my abs and I try to flex them as best as I can. But I can’t focus on everything and so my scissors loosens up. Your fingers clawing deeper, you roll me into a small package and press my shoulders into the canvas as you start to regain control. „ARGGHH FUUUCK!“ I grunt deep as I flex up my legs again, trying to cut off your air supply before you can increase your control. My hands grab your wrists as I simultaneously try to get them off my abs.

Adonis_Steele:
You grab my wrists and you give me the leverage I needed! And just in time, my head feels like a grape about to be popped. I get one foot under me, then the other. Pushing up explosively, I raise you right off the ring floor, your own arms acting like stabilizers as I fall down again, slamming your back hard into the ring as the whole setup shakes and we both bounce off. I fall back, breathing hard.

Rob_Hunter:
The crowd goes wild again as we are in a close struggle again. I’m trying to overpower you with my strong legs but this time the leverage is on your side and as you squat up, using your powerful legs to slowly lift me off the canvas, just to slam me back down again the moment after. THUD! The ring shakes again as my 196 lbs crash down and even you fall back from the impact. My head is spinning and I groan deep. I arch my back and nurse it with my head as I’m blinded by the spotlights, stunned. „WOOOOW! WHAT A POWERMOVE BY THE AMERICAN CHAMP! THAT CLEARLY KNOCKED THE WIND OUT OF ROB!“ the announcer screams in excitement.

Adonis_Steele:
Getting up, shaking the cobwebs out of my head, I walk over and grab you by the hair, pulling you up, bending you forward and locking your head between my thighs. I chop hard between your shoulder blades to force your arms up, grabbing both and locking them behind your back as I jump up and smash you face and chest first into the ring floor in a massive pedigree.

Taking back the match.

Rob_Hunter:
My head is still spinning as I try to get up again but you’re right there. You reach for my head and pull me back up. I try to focus but you SHOVE my head between your thick quads and lock my arms behind my back. „Ughh…no…no…“ I grunt as I realize what you’re about to do. But it’s too late. You jump up and BOOM! plant my body face down into the canvas. The crowd is in awe as the American champ nails another big move on the German champ. „UGGHH…“ I groan deep and roll slowly towards to the ropes, knowing I need to get some distance from you.

Adonis_Steele:
I can see you trying to get away towards the ropes, can't let you recover. bouncing off the far ropes, I baseball slide into you, both feet slamming hard into your head as we both fall out of the ring onto the concrete floor of the arena. "OH MY GOD! WHAT A MOVE BY THE BODY BEAUTIFUL BOY! I BET HUNTER IS HEARING CLANGING CYMBALS RIGHT NOW, IF HE IS EVEN STILL AWAKE!"

Rob_Hunter:
I roll towards the ropes and I can suddenly feel the ring shaking as you barrel towards me, going for another attack. I’m way too slow to avoid your baseball slide and your heels but at least I can guard my head with my arms but the impact is still big enough to slam me out of the ring and you drop right beside me. I can hear the announcer…“Yeah fucker…ugh…I am…“ I curse even though he cannot hear it. I push myself up on all four, trying to locate you again as I place one hand on the apron to pull myself up again and get some distance from you again.

Adonis_Steele:
The impact on the floor on my shoulder sends shooting pains up my arm and I get up slowly, nursing the arm, trying to locate you. The crowd is reaching out to slap us on the back, to encourage us or jeer us. The ref follows us from inside the ring as we roam around; he doesn't have to count us out, since falls count anywhere. Trying to catch up with you as I nurse that arm, I finally get close enough to turn you around by the shoulder and slap a hard chest chop across your pecs, as the crowd groans in sympathetic pain.

Rob_Hunter:
The fight moves out of the ring and even the crowd can sense that this is going to get serious as both champs try to win this transatlantic championship. My head is slowly getting clear again even though this match took its toll on me. The crowd is clapping wildly as you follow me, twist me around and then SMACK! your hands chops my thick muscle tits and leave a red mark as I grunt and hold my hand over my pecs. I glare back at you and growl loud. The rage is boiling up even more as the heat in the arena is rising. I flex my right arm, throw it up fast and aim a solid uppercut under your chin, trying to hit you with my flexed biceps.

Adonis_Steele:
Your face changes and I try to take a step back, seeing the rage boil up, but you are quick, and your uppercut sends my head flying back as I stumble, falling into the ring apron back first, holding myself up as I try to clear my head. Pushing off the apron, I lunge at you, trying for another chest chop.

Rob_Hunter:
The crowd OHHHHHS as my uppercut nails your chin and sends you staggering back against the apron. I’m huffing and puffing as I can feel this might be my chance to come back into this match. You seem to be a bit desperate and you start making mistakes. You lunge at me for another chop as you raise your arm. I quickly duck down and let you only hit dead air. Trying to use that momentum I swivel around you and appear right behind your back. „I’m here Mr. Steele…“ I mumble and wrap my arms around your waist, kneel down, pushing my knees into the back of yours and shift my weight back to get you out of balance and throw you onto the hard floor in a vicious Suplex.

Adonis_Steele:
WHAM! my back and shoulders smash into the thin mats on the concrete floor and I lie there in a heap for a moment. Rolling slowly onto my back, completely disoriented, not really certain which way is up, I see the curtain covering the underside of the ring out of the corner of my eye and reach for it, thinking it is solid. But my hands just grab air as the curtains simply push away from my grasp.

Rob_Hunter:
I roll around on my knees and see you disoriented on the floor. This is my chance to take more advantage in this match and I don’t intend to let the American champ come back again. I push myself up on my feet and slump over to you. I reach for your head and grab a fistful of your blond thick hair to yank you up roughly. I drag you around before I slide you back into the ring.

I instantly follow you as the crowd is watching this fight in anticipation. I pull myself up on my feet right at the ropes, focusing on you and waiting for the right momentum to attack. I charge towards you as you stop rolling and aim a solid soccer kick right into your face, trying to keep you stunned.

Adonis_Steele:
I am barely up on my knees and elbows, still trying to find my way to full consciousness when your kick sends me flying up and over onto my back, groaning. "ADONIS IS TAKING A HUGE BEATING HERE FOLKS! I DON'T KNOW THAT HE HAS EVER BEEN IN THIS MUCH TROUBLE!" But I am not one to give up. My hand finds the ropes and I slowly pull myself up, the pain in my shoulder flaring. My fans in the crowd chanting A-DO-NIS

Rob_Hunter:
Your body flops around after my heel connects with your face and you’re laid out on the canvas once again. I strut across the ring as you’re trying to escape to the ropes. The American champ is struggling to get his head clear again. The crowd is going crazy and your fans start to cheer for you. But you’re in trouble and I am in charge. And I wanna keep you dazed. Waiting for the right momentum, I suddenly charge towards the ropes right beside you. I the top and middle rope and fling my body through them and aim my heels right at your pretty face in a 619.

Adonis_Steele:
I've managed to pull myself up to the second rope, pausing to take a breath, when your heels slam into my face as you execute the 619, sending my body flying to center ring as I land hard again on my upper back and neck, my legs flying up in the air so that I almost make a perfect somersault before flopping down on my back. My eyes are open, blinded by the arena lights, and my mouth is agape, trying to gulp air in. My body doesn't seem to be under my command anymore as I try to tell it to move, to get away, and it does nothing.

Rob_Hunter:
BOOM! My heels connect and your body flops back towards the center of the ring. My fans are cheering for me now as the American Champ is not really moving anymore. I step back into the ring again and approach you. Determined to finish you off as long as you're in this helpless state. I grab your thick hair again. I yank you up roughly in front of me. "You gonna lose that belt tonight big man!" I grunt and ROAR out loud as I show off the strength of my body as I HOIST you up on my shoulder, letting your stare into the lights and then I start spinning us around. Faster and faster. The crowd is cheering louder and louder. "HUNTER! HUNTER! HUNTER!" Spinning faster and faster before I flip your body around and try to SLAM you down face first into the canvas.

Adonis_Steele:
The lights become a blur as you continue your assault on my senses, disorienting me with the airplane spin. My arms fly out of themselves, my whole body limps on your shoulders. Then the spinning stops suddenly and the fluid sloshes in my ear canal, making me sick to my stomach just as you drop me face first onto the canvas. My whole body shudders as I dry heave and retch, lying there.

Rob_Hunter:
THUD! The crowd shrugs as your thick body slams into the canvas and you're laid out once again. I throw my arms up in a steady rhythm, pumping up the crowd to cheer for me as it is pure pleasure to see the American stud in trouble. I push myself over to you. "Let's give them what they want." I mumble and grab your ankles, hook them around my shin as I squat down, sitting my ass on yours and then I lean back, cup your chin and YANK your head up, forcing you to look straight into the audience. "Scream for them champ!" I grunt as I put on as much pressure as possible.

Adonis_Steele:
Your body arched over mine as you put pressure on my neck, my lower back and my knees, stretching my quads in the bargain. My whole body is pain. I scream in spite of myself, to the shame of my fans. FUCK! MAKE IT STOP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. My hand slapping the canvas as the ref drops down next to my face. "Are you giving up champ?" The question jolts me and I refuse "NEVER! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" The agony just keeps growing, my eyes are shut against the pain as my throat keeps screaming. The ref asks again "Are you giving up?" "NEVER!" There's a huge cramp building up in the back of my quad, you only keep applying more pressure FUCK NO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Slapping the canvas as the ref keeps badgering me. All the while, I can feel what little strength I had left slipping away.

Rob_Hunter:
Your screaming is like music to my ears and I’m actually glad you don’t tap. I’m enjoying this too much. Having the American champ trapped and on display for the crowd. The more you refuse the more it turns me on and as I’m holding you in a bridge my bulge grows more and more, tenting my Speedos and after I YANK you up one more time I let you drop back on the canvas and release the hold.

I roll off you and get on my knees beside you. „Time to finish this…“ I grunt and show the ref to step back. I reach for your head and pull you back up on your feet with your back towards me. I yank your head back and lock it right under my sweaty armpit but this time your face is getting smothered against my wet skin. Putting your sculpted body on display one last time before I suddenly flip us around, trying to rock your body face first into the canvas again.

Adonis_Steele:
My sweaty muscled body on display, I am helpless. You flip me over violently and slam me again into the canvas, and my body bounces before coming to a halt in the center ring. I roll over onto my back again, arms falling weakly, rolling my body from side to side as your pit sweat dries on my face.

Rob_Hunter:
„WHAT A MOVE FROM THE HUNTER!!! ADONIS GOT ROCKED!“ the announcer screams and I don’t hesitate too long as I nail you once again into the mats. I quickly slide over your body, my pit in your face, I hook your leg and yell towards the ref. „COUNT!“ the ref instantly drops in and slaps the mat. „ONE!“…“TWO!“…

Adonis_Steele:
You slide over me, your pit once again in my face, skin on skin, hooking the leg. My trained body automatically recognizes the danger and tries to wriggle out of the pin as the ref counts, and I manage to raise an arm weakly, barely lifting my shoulder up just before the 3-count. The ref slides his hand under my shoulder and shakes his head.

Rob_Hunter:
„WHAT?!?“ I jolt up as you raise your shoulder before the three count and the crowd is going nuts. My chest is heaving as I breathe in deeply, thinking about a way to finally finish you off as you’re tough as fuck. I push myself up on my feet again and stagger towards the corner. I climb up the ropes, step by step. I look all over the crowd as they start screaming my name again. „HUNTER! HUNTER! HUNTER!“ The adrenaline is boiling as I turn around and face the crowd and I can finally manage to get a good stand on the top rope. „WHAT IS HE DOING? THE HUNTER IS UP ON THE ROPES!“ I hold my balance before I jump up into a backflip to crush your body right under mine.

Adonis_Steele:
I am just lying there, not sure what's happened, the ref trying to jostle my shoulder when all of a sudden he leaps back and your whole almost 200 pound frame, aided by gravity, tries to drive my body THROUGH the canvas to the floor underneath. My ribs protest violently and the pain in my shoulder flares up again as the breath is knocked out of me completely and I am left an inert mass under you.

Rob_Hunter:
BOOM! I land right on top of you and bury you under my thick muscles. I swivel my body around and plant my muscle ass right on your face, only covered by the thin fabrics of my Speedos. I reach down and hook your leg for another pin attempt. The sweat is pouring down my face as the ref drops in and slaps the mat again counting „ONE!“…“TWO!“...

Adonis_Steele:
I'm once again smothered by spandex and sweat, hardly able to breathe. Your ass on my face pinning me down securely, I hear the muffled counting of the ref, the sound partially blocked by your quads on either side of my head. I'm helpless as I hear

ONE

TWO

a last second weak wriggle

THREE

and my body finally collapses from exhaustion.

Rob_Hunter:
DING DING DING! The bell rings as the ref slaps „THREE!“ and it’s over. I won! And as I still lay on top of you there is glitter shooting out of the corner posts. „HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE NEW HEAVYWEIGHT TRANSCONTINENTAL CHAMPION! ROOOOOB HUNTEEEEER!“ The ref officially declares me as the winner as I get up on my feet, slowly and shaking, soaking up the crowds cheering.

Adonis_Steele:
I sit up on the ring floor, watching you savor your win, trying to get my brains back into my head. You fought a good match. As I watch you, my inevitable reaction to a good match, win or lose, begins to show itself. My cock starts hardening in my trunks and I am inflamed with desire for the warrior. I get up slowly, my erect cock showing clearly in my tiny trunks, and walk over to you, grabbing your other arm and raising it along with the ref, encouraging the crowd to cheer your victory.

Rob_Hunter:
I smile as you come over and celebrate with me together. I lean back and lean close to your ear. “Round 2 in the shower, champ…” I wink and slap your ass. Impatient to get out of the ring…

To be continued...

Published: 2022-12-30, viewed 55 times.