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| ECW Locker Room |
So here we are. Me the heaviest man in G1 tournament had lost his first three matches
Up against one of the powerhouses. Who was I expect still angry following his humiliating loss in the last round
It was going to be brutal as both men needed a win
Madison Jones
ECW G1 Climax... Round Four. This was supposed to be a straight shot for me to the top. I made it to the finals last year and got fucked in the end because I made a stupid ass mistake. This year, last round, I made the same mistake. I didn't take the win when I had it; I got greedy. I can't fuck up again. Which brings me to tonight and a chance for me to show my fans how I actually learn from the past. Last year, one of my few losses was to a big man whom I simply wasn't prepared to fight, but I've been watching videos, talking to pros, and I know how to handle them now. This time, it's going to be different. Now... let's head out and get this party started.
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| ECW Ringside |
The Announcer
Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is schedule for One Fall and is part of the ECW G1 Climax! Making his way to the ring, standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 210 lbs! He is the Heavyweight Champion, the King of the Ring, the IN-SPUR-RATIONAL... MAD-I-SON JOOOOONES!"
| Madison's Music |
Madison Jones
Stepping out onto the stage while my music starts up, an English cover of Alumina, the fans cheer. The championship belt is wrapped proudly around my waist as I spread my arms wide while my pyrotechnics go off, and a shower of sparks flows over me.
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| Madison's Pyro Entrance |
Coming to the ring, I slap hands with the fans, smiling the whole way. The arena is huge and at near max capacity, easily a few thousand in attendance, not to mention all those watching live from their homes. Around my waist is the Heavyweight Champion, and I carry it proudly on the way down to the ring. Rolling into it, I climb a buckle and raise both hands while the crowd showers me with flashes from their phones. Finally, as my music ends, I drop down, turning my attention to the stage, waiting for Walrus to come out and get poached.
- Madison Jones Walrus
Waiting impatiently as the theatrics surrounding your entrance are ongoing. All this bollocks is meaningless and quite honestly nauseating. All that matters is what we do in the ring. You will be leaving ko on a stretcher and that’s what counts
I waddle to the ring as the crowd cheers turn to boos. And yells from them of “you fat bastard”
- WalrusHauling my bulk in the ring
Surveying your chiselled sexy body trying to not let fact I am turned on by you become obvious. My tiny cock erect though at two inches no one can tell
Madison Jones
I'm completely focused today, this is about the competition, about me taking my win. Wrestling is supposed to be fun, but today it's about me racking up another win so I can get what I lost last year. I watch your whole display, or rather, the lack of it, as you come to the ring. Once you are finally in, that's when I take off my belt and fold it, placing it under my turnbuckle for safekeeping. The Ref calls us to the center of the ring as usual and starts going over the rules. I listen and wait for the bell. No handshake, no greeting, I wait.
Walrus
We are in centre of ring. Belly pressing against your abs. Not listening to rules. Ref had hardly finished as I step back then charge at you to try to knock you over.
Bell not even rung as I try to get an early advantage
Madison Jones
Normally, I would go with a collar and elbow lock-up. Not today. The moment you step away, I suspect you are planning to charge, to try and literally roll me over. Not gonna happen. When you start to come forward, I drop to my side with a single, simple motion and swing my legs into the back of yours. The action sends you barreling forward as I land a hit to a knee. Let's see if that causes you to fall down, or if your momentum gets you to the ropes.
Walrus
Charging but then I see you sidestep. Passing by you as I can’t stop that quickly then I feel you slam into back on my knee. A weak point as they have to support my huge weight
Stumbling forwards then you hit my knee again. Collapsing forwards just before in reach the ropes as I try to grab them but I can’t. Belly down in the ring groaning. Try to roll out of the ring but I only roll onto my back before knee pain is too much
- Laid OutMadison Jones
You go down rather easily from that, a little tumble I can exploit. I too am on my back, but I bring my knees to my chest and kip up to my feet, showing off the athleticism of a man in his prime.
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| Kip Up |
On my feet quick from the motion, I approach you while you lay there, cautious about coming into arms reach. Not wanting to gave you a chance to grab me, I pick up speed on the motion, jump, and try to drop my leg down across your neck with a Legdrop.
Walrus
I watch you leap then BOOM you land a meaty leg across my neck. Crushing my windpipe. Rolling in agony as I get hold of bottom rope to help me get out the ring before you can do another. Shouting at the chanting crowd who are yelling Maddy Maddy. Planning to stay outside as long as i can to break your momentum as ref starts the ten count. One ah
Madison Jones
Rising to my feet while escape, the Ref is already getting into action to start the count. I stay in the center of the ring watching you, tracking your movements. I could wait you out, you'd have to come back in or suffer a disqualification... an easy win for me. On the other hand, such a victory would be cowardly, it would taint my path this year in G1, and wouldn't want to disappoint my fans...
Turning away from you, I start to move, picking up speed as I reach a sprint. Approaching the ropes, I turn and let my back hit them, giving a near perfect transfer of momentun into the tension, which in turn, slings me back your way. When I reach the other side of the right, the part right next to you, I jump and let my body come sliding out boot first, aiming to slam them into you with a baseball slide.
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| Baseball Slide |
Walrus
I was still yelling at the crowd as ref continues count two ah three ah
Then I see them looking behind me and cheering so I turn
BOOM you big boots slam into my fat chest sending me over onto my back. Head hitting the concrete floor dazing me. Ref counting four ah
Madison Jones
With me out here with you now, some real fun could start. But... you're a big man to maneuver, and I don't want to risk complication. Moving over to you, I reach down and grab you by the head, then pull you to your hands and knees, starting to drag you back towards the ring. Once I get us to the Apron, with your head still in my hands, I try to lift it up and slam it against the edge of the ring.
Walrus
Groaning as you grab my head pulling me up. I see you sweating and straining. Crowd urging you on. Dragging my heavy bulk to the ring apron. Then smashing my head against the edge of the ring time after time. Boom boom boom. Ref still counting me out as he is up to seven now.
Madison Jones
You're no easy man to haul around, I'll give you that. Dragging you there followed by a bash to your head, pivot to pick up the momentum needed and toss you back into the ring. Sliding in just before the count of 9, I push up to my feet and back away, giving you a moment to rise. "Get up.* I shift back to the other side of the ring leaning on the ropes while I watch.
Walrus
Manhandled back into the ring as ref counts nine. Dazed and confused. Head pounding, knees hurt, throat sore. Holding onto ropes as I haul my bulk up testing my knee. Moving slowly towards you watching you all the time. Hands out in front of me hoping you might clasp for a test of strength
Madison Jones
You rise up to your feet, shaking on that knee. I would feel bad for targeting it if it wasn't for the crowd cheering me and spurring adrenaline through me. And let's face it, you signed up for this beating, and aim to finish it. Still leaning on the ropes, I use their tension to spring towards you, jump in the air, and land a drip kick to your chest, aiming to take you off your feet again.
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| Drop Kick |
Walrus
You spring at me from ropes aiming a drop kick at the chest. It impacts with force as my already injured knee buckles and I fall backwards landing on my back again
- Laid Out AgainBelly up again groaning. No idea where you are. Far from the ropes as I try to get back up as pain shoots through my knee stopping me
Madison Jones
Each time I knock you down forces you to waste energy to get back up, and on that knee, that tax is even higher, which makes you more and more helpless. The real target of my assault isn't you knee, it's your head, and as you struggle to get back up, I'm already in position for another assault. Springing off the ropes again, this time I channel that momentum into my foor as I jump up, landing it against the side of your head, with a Shining Wizard Kick!
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| Shining Wizard Kick |
Walrus
As I struggle to get up you are already attacking again using ropes for extra momentum as you jump then slam a huge boot into side of my head. Brain wobbling in my skull. As I end up back on the ground even more dazed. Again trying to haul myself up but having even difficulty this time.
Madison Jones
Landing on my side after the impact, I rise back up next to you, seeing you struggle to get back up. It's not quite a the KO I'm looking, but it is certainly the helpless state I want... easy to exploit. You might see it now, under the blue fabric of my trunks is a growing hard on, the adrenaline and violence has spurred it to life and my fans react with excitement over it. As for what I do next, I approach you, grab your head hauling you to your feet, and shove your back into a corner.
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| Corner Punches |
I then climb the buckle, getting my pressed against your face while hand grips your bald head, the other raised into a fist. It's time for some more head trauma with a generous amount of corner punches.
Walrus
Looking up I see you are tenting in your blue trunks clearly excited at the punishment so far. You grab me by the head again forcing me to get to my feet. Knee struggling to support me. Shoved unceremiously back into a corner as I try pushing you away slamming forearms onto your chest and ribs. Ending up in corner with your sweaty body pressing me into the turnbuckle. You climb turnbuckle as I assume you are just going to rain blows on my head but instead you also lower your trunks pressing your erect cock into my face.
Madison Jones
Trying to knock me away doesn't do much with your arms over the ropes in the corner. I see you getting ready to try something as I go to climb up the post over you, but actions are too slow due to the head trauma which only starts to get worse. You're right that the punches start raining down, and as they do, my fans count along. One... two... three...
As the count rises, I get more and more excited, you can feel my cock hardening against your face with each blow, with only a thin layer of sweaty blue fabric keeping it at bay. I go to raise my fist for punch number ten and pause, looking down at your face. Is this pity or exploitation? Part of me doesn't care. My fist lowers to my trunks and pulls out my hard dick, and as soon as I get an opening, I shove it into your mouth.
- Maddy's CockWalrus
Your cock and balls all over my face. I can smell your sweat and precum. Head spinning from the punches you rain down on it. My hands trying to push you away. Then you stop slamming a foot into my knee. Opening mouth to yell in pain which allows you to force your massive erection into my mouth. Gagging on the huge hard on.
Madison Jones
Forcing my cock in your mouth, I'm not kind with the act. It slams quick and hard to the back of your throat, with the bouncing on my weight on the middle rope adding to the discomfort. I would be surprised of you start gagging from this. All that matter is the sensation I feel from my cock head lubed up and forced onto the wet environment. The sensitive gland rakes against the roof of your mouth and I feel your tongue forced to shift around it. With one hand on your head keeping you still, the trusting start. I bring up my other arm and flex a bicep for my fans while I face fuck you like this. It won't be long now until I unload a huge load down your throat into that massive belly if yours, where it belongs.
Walrus
Massive cock been forced into my throat pushed so far down it is choking me. Desperately trying to push you away, to try to pull it out as i start to run out of air. "Could this be the most appalling humiliating ko imaginable, suffocated out by a huge cock down the throat" the commentator says
"Or is there a more devastating move in mind ! I hope there is," the commentator concludes almost cumming himself. Crowd loving cheering you on. You are flexing as you thrust that monster even deeper
Madison Jones
Ah, I do love hearing the commentary from Handsome Harry and Malicious Marc. I'm a bit too distracted at the moment to pay attention because I'm in the middle of face fucking you in the corner. The thrusting continues, me pulling back my hips until my cock almost comes out of your mouth, only to then ram back to your throat again and again. The motions speed up, you simply feel too damn good on my dick, and it's not like I'm trying to hold back now. It takes about 12 more seconds of thrusting while my fans cheer for the action to happen, for me to reach my climax, and for a trickle of precum on your tongue to change into a torrent. My balls start to pump while I throw my head back, letting out a deep, long moan. Then you feel it, my cum bursts out into the back of your throat and begins to flow down your throat to your belly below. "Oh... Fuck... yeah...."
In moments like these, there are only a few correct actions to take. In my mind, I do the only one that make sense to me... I Flex. I Flex hard.
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| Corner Face Fuck |
Walrus
Noooooooooo !!!
Eyes wide, gasping for air as you thrust ! I feel got approaching climax as your fans in the audience cheer you on. Many of them jerking off wishing they were me at this moment. Almost out of air. Head bright red, arms weakly slapping your thighs.
Then I feel your breathing change. Then like a fire hydrant you explode gallons of thick creamy cum down my throat as you moan on ecstasy. Filling my belly as you cum more and more. My belly expanding with all the seed in my stomach as you impregnated this fat hog of a man
Groans as your fans climax across the audience and all over the audience. Head going purple as only just avoiding ko as your cock now spent shrinks back to normal size allowing air in
Madison Jones
Flexing while thrusting my hips still, eventually, my balls finish unloading. The crowd blankets us with flashes from their phones, and I can hear those commentators going on and on about what's happening. That's not what really matters, though. I feel your gagging slowing; I can feel your tongue moving as your body swallows rope after rope. I look down at you, still with my double biceps flexed, and see your face going purple. It's time for my win. Lowering one hand to the side of your face, I pat it playfully, then press my palm on your forehead while pulling my hips, so my cock rakes against the roof of your mouth. When it comes out, spurts of cum mixed with saliva flick up on your face. I pull my cock out of your mouth, lower my other hand to grip hold, and slap it against your face some.
Having finished the face fuck, I drop down from the ropes to the canvas, grab your head with both hands, turn, and fling you to the canvas on your big belly. While you lay there, I pull up the front of my blue trunks again while turning to the Ref. "Count." I order, and so I wait while he counts to ten before declaring a KO. While he does, I start to climb the buckle again, crouching on the top with both hands interwoven. If you do get back up... I plan to jump and slam a axhandle down on your head, with as much as I can muster. Let's see what happens.
Walrus
Brain foggy from lack of air. All but ko. I don’t really notice all your face slapping. I vaguely feel myself getting thrown across the ring. Getting air in finally. Gulping in huge breaths. I can hear something as I recover and realise it is ref counting me out. Five ah !
I have to get up as ref continues six ah. Pushing up to a crouch on all fours position as I slowly start to get up. Seven ah. Almost falling as my knee struggles to take weight. Eight ah. Just about up wobbling on my feet. Cum dripping from my mouth and beard. No idea where you are as ref stops counting
Madison Jones
I am perched and ready. Part of me hopes you stay down and take the loss, but sure enough, you start to struggle as the ref counts. Slowly, rise up... and when the count gets to 8, you are up enough that the Ref declares you to be legally still in the match, and so I follow through. I jump from the top rope in a rare feat of high-flying action from me. Traveling to about the center of the ring, where you are rising up, my clenched hands come down on the back of your head with my full 210 lbs weight backing it.
Knocking you down once more, I stand over you and yell, "STAY... DOWN! I won't ask nice again..." I then back away so the Ref can do his job.
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| Flying Double Axhandle |
Knocking you down once more, I stand over you and yell, "STAY... DOWN! I won't ask nice again..." I then back away so the Ref can do his job.
Walrus
BOOM as what feels like a hammer lands on back on my head followed by your full weight slamming onto my back. My knee immediately crumbles as I end up back on ground on my massive belly.
I sense ref hovering. Then the count again as I lay there. One ah ! Trying to get up again but this time knee says no !! Two ah
Madison Jones
I see you struggling to get up again. You know, it's not too often I poach a big piece of game like this... so I may as well take advantage. Approaching you disrupts the count, but only for a moment, as I then place my boot on your chest and flex a bicep, going for a cocky pin. My fans love it, a wave flashes blanket me while the ref shifts modes and drops to belly to check your shoulders. He slaps the canvas while he counts. "One!" ... ... ... "Two!" ... ... ...
Walrus
Belly up in the middle of the ring
- Face UpKnee refusing to take weight as I try to get up. But then you move in. Placing a big boot on my chest pushing down with your weight so my shoulders are down. All I can see is your pert butt and big thighs then above that your flexing arm. All i can hear is crowd cheering. I assume ref is counting but the crowd roar is so loud
Three ah !!!!
The Announcer
"The winner of the G1 Tournament match by Pin Fall... MADDDISOOOOON JOOOOOONES!"
Walrus
Groaning and growling in frustration ! The fourth match in the tournament and my fourth loss. Moreover my knee is damaged and unable to support my weight. Ref asking for medical assistance, several strong men and a crane to get me out of the ring.
I have another tournament match coming up and I need to be able to stand on my fucking knee
Madison Jones
The crowd cheers loudly when it happens, and the Announcer briefly interrupts it. I stay like this for a moment while the ref rises to his feet and raises my hand in victory. A simple nod is all I give as I look over to the big screen showing me. Last round... I had a setback. Now, I'm back on track, and I'm not going to let anybody stop me.
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| The End |
Published: 2026-03-12, viewed 114 times.
SweatAlpha aka AlphaEd
2026-03-16 15:13Oh Madison so happy for you all mistakes of last year were avoided as you took on the huge Walrus. I sat there in raptured attention-my weapon responding to your every move. Um your usual mid fight fuck took on an interesting variation. In short you are back to your awesome level of expertise and shall I say power and macho determination. So well done and yes had to change gear after finishing he he. Go from strength to strength Madison
KFC Gut
2026-03-16 19:02(In reply to this)
Glad your weapon enjoyed it !
Madison Jones
2026-03-16 18:40(In reply to this)
Thanks Ed. Yup, I learned my lesson after last year. Another win on my belt to the top this year!
SweatAlpha aka AlphaEd
2026-03-17 02:45(In reply to this)
Will be there with you all the way Madison. Make us proud of you! Hugs
Callum Newman Forrest
2026-03-12 21:38Madison getting a win after shock loss great match and well done
Madison Jones
2026-03-16 18:40(In reply to this)
Needed to bounce back after last round, and fortunately for me, Walrus was the perfect trampoline.
Uncle Thomas
2026-03-12 18:55I'm always on my guard wih smaller and/or lighter opponnent, Vaskus will too from now héhé.
Great fight madison, i had no doubt on your victory my friend
Madison Jones
2026-03-12 19:44(In reply to this)
Thanks Thomas. Hope you loved my corner flex while I was knocking him out! It was my first time unloading like that!
Uncle Thomas
2026-03-12 20:29(In reply to this)
I LOVED it !!!! May i should do the same on you, you will get the his point of vue héhé *wink*
Stud Tom
2026-03-12 14:51Maddii avoids the hiccup of last year, and deals with a big man well, Walrus got done and owned by the stronger better wrestler. A great read, edited well and thanks to both for an entertaining match.
Madison Jones
2026-03-12 19:42(In reply to this)
Yup, was not going to allow a repeat from last year. I'm not used to fighting these big guys, but I've figured out a method that work... head trauma!
Freaker
2026-03-12 14:48This was a very entertaining match. Madison Jones showed great speed, confidence, and ring intelligence, using his agility and targeting Walrus’s weak knee to control the fight. Walrus brought impressive size and toughness, and even while hurt he kept trying to stand and continue, which showed real determination.
Overall, it was a strong performance by Madison and a brave effort from Walrus, making the match exciting and intense for the audience and now for the HIGH TABLE Members. Thank you for sharing
Max Freaker and the Board
Madison Jones
2026-03-12 19:41(In reply to this)
Thanks Freaker!
Guess my matches are being aired at the High Table now! Happy you enjoyed it.
Freaker
2026-03-12 19:54(In reply to this)
Yes, as soon as you write with one of our members and he asks us to publish it. In our federation, all fights or stories are welcome. Death and violence are not mandatory. You should join us — we really appreciate your fights.
— Max Freaker