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The G1 tournament has been going well for me so far, aside from how Tommy the Terror took his loss. I am a bit worried today as I look and see I’m taking on the massive Walrus. I know they say the bigger they are the harder they fall… but I don’t know if I can make him fall that hard. I’m sure as hell going to try though. I get dressed in my white gear. I check myself out in the mirror one more time. Time to go out there and stay undefeated. My name is announced and I’m met with a sizable pop from the crowd as I make my way to the ring. I slip into the ring and stretch in the ropes.

I can hear the crowd cheering from backstage. Then it’s my turn. Waddling down the aisle in my usual purple singlet

Third round of the tournament trying to border my 100% loss record so far. What I see is my ideal opponent. Young, small, handsome !! I love squashing those !!

I see you coming into the ring and how is it you look even bigger than I thought you would. I have height on you but you have more than a hundred pounds on me. I need to find a way to take advantage of that… somehow… I flex for the crowd trying to look confident. Then the bell rings. I look at you and try to use my speed and take a quick advantage as I run at you before the bell has finished sounding and I leap looking to hit a quick drop kick.

Before I get chance to even move out of the corner you are leaping at me. Perfectly executed drop kick to my chest slamming my back hard into turnbuckle behind me. Back of my head bouncing off the padding on the post. Crowd erupting in cheers and applause

Ok that worked I back up to the opposite corner quickly and charge in again this time I leap. Looking to hit a Stinger Splash in the corner. I know I’m smaller but 190 pounds hitting you in the corner still has to hurt… right?

Still reeling from the initial attack.

You stinger splash me in the corner slamming into the turnbuckle again, but that brings you up close to me body against body allowing me to wrap my arms around you and pull you into a bearhug

Ahhhhh shit. My move did exactly what I was hoping for but you are able to get your arms around me before I hit the mat. I hang in your beating my arms draped over your shoulder as I cry out in pain!

Squeezing you as I turn us. Moving us so your back is against turnbuckle then slamming you hard onto it, releasing you as I impact

Gasping for air as your massive body squeezes me. I start to fight back as I push onto your face looking to create some separation but as I do you move us into position then BAAMmmm. I hit the corner crushed by your weight as insane in the corner.

Just pressing forward to compress your puny body into the corner. Hoping to prevent you from inhaling properly

Your body presses into mine as I feel like the life is being squeezed from my body I throw a forearm aimed at your temple to hopefully buy me some space… and a breath.

I feel a forearm to my temple. But not enough to stop me squashing you though it dazed me slightly

OH GOD!!! You keep pressing into me and I can't get a full breath. I'm getting desperate here. I don't like fighting dirty, and this could get me disqualified. But i think the ref might not be able to see this... I lift my leg up and drill my knee between your legs. Praying that is the shift I need in the match.

If that forearm is meant to dislodge me it won’t, I think as I continue to press into you. Suddenly your knee slams into my huge balls. Yelling in pain, I pull back slamming a forearm into your head as I retreat. Angry as I was about to pull back anyway then charge at you to crush you in the corner. Holding my balls, telling the ref to disqualify you. But ref delicately mentioned my belly and butt was so large and wide it meant he couldn’t see anything under my belly. Unhappy but I realise he is being truthful as I hadn’t seen my balls due to my large belly in years. Balls recovering I decide to charge at you as you still seem trapped in the corner as I only moved back three steps

I expect a scolding from the ref... none comes. As you argue with the ref I catch my breath. And then I see you charging at me... I wait until the last second then dive to the right just intime for you to slam belly first into the corner. BAMMMM it feels like the whole ring shakes from the impact... thank god i moved!

BOOM, but not as expected as my belly collides with the turnbuckle. Impact shaking my whole body as well as the ring. Balls aching from the impact as they get squashed too. Staring out at the crowd all I see is guys yelling and chanting at me. So I yell back at them as I recover then finally turn to face the ring

As you spend time yelling out at the crowd I am recovering, keeping my eye on you and as you spin to face the ring I run in at you and lower my shoulder aiming for the ample target of your stomach with a spear that i put everything into.

Crowd were watching as you moved across ring. Baiting me to keep me from turning too soon. As I turn you are are charging across ring.BOOM you spear me with your shoulder slamming into my ample gut propelling me back into corner I was trying to move out of. Back hitting turnbuckle shaking again, ring shaking again

It works I slam into you and i feel the ring shake as you are driven into the corner again. I need to move quickly to keep you from getting back into this. I spring up on the middle rope and grab your head looking to spring forward with a bulldog.

You are trying to spring forward to make me land head first on mats. If you succeed that might be match over. They move might work with a similar sized man but my 140 lb weight advantage makes my bulk difficult to move especially as I grab ropes either side of me. Instead I kick a leg forwards hoping to hit your leg or abs or even balls if I am lucky

I pull as I go flying forward but you dont budge. I instead find myself flying into your extended foot which splits my legs and drives right into my balls as I collapse on the mat holding my aching nuts. FUCK.

Ref not happy getting in my face telling me he will disqualify me next time if I do that again even though i tell it’s an accident. Pushing ref aside as I go for a huge belly splash into your chest while you are still holding your broken balls

My eyes grow wide as I see you leave your feet and I desperately roll to the right just in time to see you crash to the mat right where I was half a second ago. I roll to the ropes and start to pull myself to my feet. That could have been game over if you crushed me there.

BOOM !!! As I land belly first on the mats !! Groaning ! Cursing ref as he delayed me a few vital seconds and that must have allowed you to recover enough to roll away

As I see you laying on the mat on your stomach, I move in quickly. I run to the corner and climp to the top I don't hesitate before leap I extend my elbow, aiming squarely for your lower back.

Belly took full impact as I lay there. Then a huge elbow into my lower back slamming my balls snd head onto my mats with its force. Groaning as I lay there

My flying elbow connects as I hear you groaning. move to your feet and lift them up under my arms so your knees bend and your feet face your head as I step forward over your body and reach down, grabbing your wrists and pulling up with a teardrop submission. Normally i would be lifting my opponent off the mat with this but your weight just allows me to use your belly to rock on the mat as I fold what I assume is not a very flexable body in half.

 

I feel you lift my legs up with my belly firmly on ground still. I assume you are trying to turn me over. But instead you start to bend my back the wrong way. That back you had earlier injured. Yelling in pain as I am not at all flexible. Ref asking me if I submit. I tell him to fuck off. But unsure how to get out of this, as I can’t reach ropes

I hear you defiantly yell for the ref to fuck off as I pull back on your arms, pulling your upper body higher and really cranking on the pressure on your back that I targeted from the sky. You are heavy... i might not be able to hold on to this very long, but i can tell from the sounds you make that you are in pain... if I can just hold out a bit longer... My dick starts swelling as I feel the control and power of being in control of this monster of a man.

I reckon my size and weight are making this difficult for you as I roll on my belly from side to side to try to dislodge you and reduce pressure on my back. Hoping to last long enough for you to tire. Ref still hovering as I try to blot pain out.

You start rocking and your weight advantage is apparent. I can't maintain this but i hope the damage I've done will keep a lasting impact. I let your arms go as i plant a foot between your shoulder blades and stomp down driving your upper body and face into the mat. I then release your legs letting them flop down to the mat as I step to the side.

Finally you let go. But you give me a stomp sending my face into mats. Back hurting badly as I try rolling to ropes. But once on my back pain is so much that I have to roll onto my front again, then part crawl and part slide to ropes. Slowly, gingerly getting up holding my back which is in agony. Clasping ropes, yelling at ref to keep you back. Shouting at the crowd. Complaining about your rule breaking to ref. All things designed to give me maximum ring to recover and disrupt your momentum as you just have to wait till I am ready to restart

As you bitch and moan to the ref the crowd starts booing. The second i see your hands release the top rope i run in. as you are facing the ropes I jump grabbing your shoulders and looking to fall back and drive my knees into your spine with a backstabber.

I remove hands from ropes as I point at crowd. About to turn but before I can I fell you grab my shoulders pulling me back. This time I am unsteady on feet as about to turn as you pull me back your knee slamming into my already injured lumbar area. Yelling with pain as I reach behind me to try to grab you

As we drop back you reach back as I release your shoulders and shove you off of me. I jump to my feet feeling the surge of energy as the crowd cheers me on and I drive a series of boots down into your targeted back.

Face down on the mats as you relentlessly stomp my injured back. I am next to ropes so between stomps I roll out of ring. Yelling from I tender pain in my back. Reaching inside the ring to grab your ankle and pull you off your feet. Aiming to slam your knee against the ring post

I am so focused on your back as you roll out I grip the top rope and look out at you . "Come on big guy, get back in here and face me like a man!" Then... WOAH you move in and Pull me down quick. I hit the mat with a thud winded as you drag me over to the ring post, taking full advantage of your strength and weight advantage. the crowd booing as you move me with ease like i weigh nothing. I try to grab the bottom rope to stop the momentum but it doesn't help me as you swing my leg and CRACK my knee connects with the ring post. AHHHHHHHH FUCK I cry out trying to pull my leg free and roll back toward the middle of the ring.

I have your smile held tight as I drag you closer so k can then you other legs then do same to that knee slamming it against the ring post. Unluckily for you your legs are either side on ring post as I decide to pull you out of the ring. In truth I plan to almost castrate you by slamming your balls on the ringpost. But then I say to ref, I was aiming to hit your upper thigh but you were fighting back so much my grasp slipped

Fuck fuck fuck. You hold tight to my legs and I feel my other knee slam into the post too. I try to grip the bottom ropes and pull myself away but instead you plant your foot on the post and OOOOOOFFFFFFF The crowd lets you have it as they try to tell the ref about your cheating. I'm trying to catch my breath and remember where I am as you slam my nuts into the hard steel. I'm dazed and out of it.

I apologise to ref as he gives me a warning after accepting my feeble excuse. I clamber back in ring and drag you away from ropes. In centre of ring i go for a butt drop. Planning to land butt first on your chest as they should hurt my back less than a belly splash

You drag me back to the middle of the ring as i offer no resistance as i try to find my breath and my nuts, then UUUUUGHHHH you land with all 330 pounds driving down on my chest. I gasp as my legs instinctively jackknife up. My brain cannot process this turnaround as i try to stay in this but right now i have a mass of humanity on top of me...

BOOM !!

I feel your body compress under me. Your shoulders are down. My belly just above your face. My sore balls by your chin

Ref counting one ah

Shit I hear the ref count the pin and i know i need to act. I might regret this but I slam my knee up and into your back. as I twist and lift my shoulder.

Your knee hits my back but you can’t get angle correct to injure me and to get me off. Belly blocking refs view so he can’t see your face. Hunching and shifting forwards to try to move back out of range. My balls dangling down touching your mouth now as ref counts two ah

Desperate times again, and honestly... after what you just did to me i feel no sympathy in going low as I slam my head forward into your balls and twist my body to lift my shoulder again, hoping this is the blow that gets me free and might turn the tide back in my favor...

Your head slamming into my balls takes me by surprise. Yelling you cheating bastard as I lift up a bit in response to get out of range. It coincides with you trying to raise a shoulder. Ref hand almost on mats for a third time when he spots your shoulder is up and stops count. I am furious as he asks me to get off you. When I get off, I point at my balls telling him you did an illegal move. Ref pissed off with the amount of cheating, so he awards you a warning. Now, with one warning each any more illegal moves such as ball attacks will automatically disqualify the perpetrator

I vaguely hear the ref offer the warning. Honestly… all the talk is very helpful to me as I can regain my breath. I roll to the ropes pulling myself up to my feet. The good thing is I’m protected from you cheating here too. Now I just have to figure out how to take the big man down. I don’t think my ribs are broken despite the weight you dropped on it, and while my knees still feel the pain from being slammed into the post, there doesn’t seem to be any structural issues. I sprint to the ropes next to you spring boarding off and looking to hit a surprise cutter on you.

Still arguing with ref that you should be disqualified as this is the second offence from you, allowing you valuable time to recover. So much time you can charge at me, grabbing my head to force it down so my head hits the canvas

As you hit the mat I roll onto your back as I straddle it sitting on your lower back. I reach forward looking to grab your arms. If I can get them, it’s time to see if you can handle the Camel Clutch!

I feel yoh dit on my I huger lower back yelping on pain. You are reaching for my arms as I try to roll my bulk over to dislodge you. But my back pain is to intense as k feel you stretching to try to access my arms

I lean forward as far as I can it’s like riding a bucking bronco as I get ahold of your arms and pull up and back. I know if I can lock them over my legs this might be all over. “Come on big guy” I grunt as I try to get your arms in position.

I sense what you are trying to do and realise if you get me in your signature camel clutch that will be match over. So ignoring that back pain I make a huge effort to get you off me by rolling us both over.  Luckily this time it works and I manage to roll to my side throwing you off me. Again I decide to roll away from you this time to other side of ring to haul myself up

No no noooo just when I think I’m getting you, you roll to the side and I can’t stop you. I fall off your back and you manage to roll away from me. Thank god you didn’t roll over me or it would have been like one of those cartoon steamrollers. I get to my feet as I see you pull yourself up… clearly a bit more work to do.  As you stand I run up and jump on your back looking to lock in a sleeper. Maybe this will do the trick.

As I get up I realise I just missed a way to end the match. I should have steamrollered over you while we were both on the ground. But I was too focused on getting away from you and your camel clutch. Thinking of this as I feel your weight land on my back and your arm wraps around my neck. I have only a few seconds before lack of air will ko me. We are near a corner so I try to move backwards towards that corner aiming to slam you onto corner and crush you between me and it. Hoping that if I get there and do that, it will cause you to release the hold

As I sense you moving toward the corner, you are actually doing what I hoped you would. As we get near the corner I tighten my sleeper and let my leg kick back to the middle turnbuckle where I use all the strength in my massive quads to push up and forward as I try to topple you down to your stomach. If this doesn’t work, I could end up a pancake in the corner.

Rapidly running out of air. Moving backwards but I don’t factor in the leg going into the turnbuckle using that as leverage to push me over. My slow movements help you as quick Dom backwards would have just crushed your leg and the rest of you. You manage to get further up my aching back as I run out of air. Legs bucking as I fall forwards onto my huge stomach. Your sleeper still locked on

I keep the sleeper held tight as you collapse and I look up at the ref. “Well… check him!!!” The ref moves in lifting your hand and letting it fall to the mat. “1” the audience cheers and counts along.

I try to extend my right leg and arm towards the nearby ropes in an effort to break the count. Head going red from lack of air. Ref had lifted my arm once and it fell. He lifts it a second time …..

This feels like the longest 3 seconds ever as I see your limbs reached for the ropes but just fractions of an inch short before you went limp under me. Your hand falls a second time and I think we’re almost there. The ref lefts your hand for the third time…

Head turning purple. Some of my fans in the crowd think my foot is on the ropes. Yelling at ref. He lowers my arm and he checks they aren’t before raising my arm a third time …….

As he lifts it a third time and lets it go I think for a second you might resist then THUD it falls for a third time and the ref calls for the bell! DING DING DING. I release the sleeper and jump to my feet hand raised by the ref. As you roll to your back I place my boot on your belly and flex for the roaring crowd feeling like I just shocked the world with this win.

Released I roll over into my back

As you place a boot on my gut. Crowd going wild as I groan and curse.

I look do want you and smirk. Still undefeated in this tournament, I’m feeling a little froggy. “How are those balls big guy? Mine are feeling GREAT!”

I hurt all over - balls back neck knees. Unable to get up at present. Ref congratulating you as you still have a boot on my belly

I hear you groaning under me. I get my hand raised one more time then look down at you. “Better luck next time man!” I start make my way out of the ring.

You leave ring as I lay still belly up