Brotherhood of Bearded Alphas and Betas

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main event! This one is sure to be a slugfest with four of our heaviest wrestlers duking it out for the tag team championship belts. Introducing first, the reigning champions, the BIG BEASTSSSSSS!!!

Big_Bull_Brock:  6'0, 330 lbs

IamBigBear:  6'0, 409 lbs

A heavy metal music plays and the packed stadium goes into an uproar when the Big Beasts make their entrance. Big Bull and Big Bear, the current tag champion of the federation with an undefeated record, wave at their fans as they make their way toward the ring. On top of their usual gear, they're also wearing the championship belts.

Announcer: And up next, making their first debut match as a team and wow, already challenging the Big Beasts for their title? Please welcome Eric & The Executioner!!!

Eric_Johnson:  6'0, 404 lbs

Executioner_X:  6'6, 428 lbs

The heavyweight challengers show up from the opposite side to a meager applause from the crowd. Eric Johnson and The Executioner are both relatively unknown wrestlers in the federation, but somehow they've been given a shot at the title belts. They both make their way toward the ring and take up the opposite corner from the Big Beasts.

IamBigBear: The 400 lb mountain, Big Bear waves to fans with his meaty hand. A thick, sumo wrestler frame waddles around on two tree trunk thighs. I fist bump my tag partner Big Bull as we acknowledge the other two massive men in the ring with us. "I'll take the big fella." I growl, gesturing to the enormous beefcake wearing a harness and leather hood. Bull nods and squeezes through the top and middle rope, taking his place behind me. His burly hands pat my broad shoulders as I size up the behemoth at hand. Waddling to the center of the ring, my huge steps cause the ring to quake, but its nothing compared to the thunder brought with each step of this juggernaut. How the ring is not caving in at the center is beyond the ref's imagination as we gather and await the bell.

Big_Bull_Brock: "Give him hell, Bear." I let my partner be the one to start us off, seeing as the bigger one from the opposing team is also the first to step up. Despite being 330 lbs myself, I somehow end up being the smallest wrestler by a good margin. I step between the ropes and take my place in our corner, patting my partner as the announcer is finishing off his script.

Executioner_X: I agreed to join the fed under the condition that I get to face the champions immediately, and the Big Beasts caught my interest. However, upper management said that I needed a partner if I wanted to fight them. What a pain, but them are the rules. So I was forced to partner with fat bloke Eric. I don't trust the guy so I decide to start us off. Stepping to the center and now facing down Big Bear, I have a few inches of advantage over him and clearly thicker muscles too. But this bear is fat and wide so we end up being similar in weight. "Hope you enjoyed holding on to that belt while you can, because it'll be mine after this."

IamBigBear: "You'll learn just why we earned it soon enough, bub." I growl back in retort with a cheeky grin across my chubby face. The ref backs away as the bell echoes throughout the sold out arena. I waddle forward and begin to circle my opponent. As he is taller and seeing the size of his hands, I charge at his chest with my large shoulder and check him square in the middle of the ring. We bounce off of each other as his muscle meets my thick fat. Drat. That didn't work. He barely budged.

Executioner_X: My smile is hidden behind my mask. Oh I'd like to see that. The bell rings and we move to circle each other. You then charge at me with a lineman tackle and I brace myself for impact. Your fat shoulder smacks against my meaty pecs, sending me back a couple of steps. From the look of your face, you expected that to do more. Instead, I simply return the favor with a backhanded slap across your chest, then smash my leather boot up into that big stomach.

IamBigBear: Stunned that my big shoulder tackle didn't do more, the hulk of a bear lands a massive backhand slap across my mountainous chest. The sound is like a firecracker. The entire room collectively yelling "ooooh" and grinning as if they were, themselves, his with the sledgehammer. I go to double over and before my burly hands reach my knees, the Executioner slams a gutwrenching boot deep into my big stomach. I fall forward onto my knees, my heavy arm still on his belly, the other supporting my bulky weight resting on the mat. All the air in the room simply vanished with a single blow. I feel myself gasping, but can no longer hear the audience, or my partner who is yelling at me to get up. I just hear my heart pounding in my chest. This is bad....I gulp.

Executioner_X: "Down already? This place must be full of bitches if you're their champion." I shove the Big Bear away with my boot, who scrambles onto all fours while still winded. I walk over by his head and slams an elbow down the back of his neck, sending him face down to the mat. I then straighten up and soccer kicks him in the stomach, rolling him onto his back. "Come on, champ, get up!"

Big_Bull_Brock: Damn, that masked guy can somehow bring the Big Bear down with just one kick. Never seen him before now. Just who is he?

IamBigBear: It feels like a guillotine has come to life, one made of concrete and given the ability to hate as an elbow that feels more like a metal baseball bat slams into the base of my girthy neck. My sumo sized body hits to the mat, but before I can recover a powerful boot kicks my plump underbelly forcing me to roll onto my back near the ropes. My ribs feel bruised, I hold them as I lay on my back and try to make my eyes work. The stadium lights are spinning above. This hoss hits like a semi truck. Slowly rolling over, barely hearing the taunts of the Executioner, I use the ropes to help me back up. They shake terribly as they support my weight. I gesture toward him with an open hand, "Bring it, bub." I cough and gasp. "that....didn't even hurt." I watch his gaze and try to goad him to charge me as I keep holding the ropes ready to send him into the bleachers.

Executioner_X: I'm letting the fat bear take his sweet time recovering. This fight wouldn't be fun otherwise. Eventually he manages to get up, still needing the ropes to support his own weight, goading me to come at him but I sense he's not as weakened as he seems. Instead, I glance at his partner and then back at Bear. "Why don't you switch with your boyfriend and get some rest? Look, even he is eager to jump in."

Big_Bull_Brock: "You shut your damn mouth!" I shout from the corner. It's surprising how this guy manages to get the upper hand on Big Bear, but I'm ready to switch if needed. However, I can see my partner is not about to give up just yet.

IamBigBear: I watch the Executioner's eyes drift to my tag partner as his words cut like a knife. "He'll have his turn to make your partner tap." I glance over at the tubby fella scratching his chest hair behind the Executioner. "Wouldn't want y'all to miss your date night tonight at the hospital." I growl. Holding my big chest, trying to breathe, I waddle back to the middle of the ring and press my rotund belly against the Executioner's. I can feel his heat. His menacing eyes stare down through his mask with a sort of judgement only found in those that have seen death, or caused it. He looks back at my partner again and I slap him across the face. "You're facing me now, bub." As his head turns sideways, I slam his big belly with a few gut punches in a quick flurry of blows. "Time for you to start sucking air." I growl.

Executioner_X: My words seem to have struck a chord. The Big Bear stands up and saunters over with confidence, then catches me with a surprise slap when his partner distracts me with a middle finger from their corner. Grunting and reeling back, I feel those bear paws jabbing at my solid musclegut with a flurry of blows. When next he tries smacking me in the face, I catch his fist mid swing and twist his hand hard. "Don't get ahead of yourself, bub." I slam my leather-covered forehead onto your face and, still holding your hand, slam my knee up into that stomach, causing it to shake violently.

IamBigBear: The colossus before me halts my flurry of blows and grabs hold of my big fist with a grip that could break a door in half. His words are cold as he follows it up with a headbutt with the concussive force of a rhinoceros. My knees buckle and I fall done one one in front of him, but he doesn't release my arm. Pulling my shoulder nearly out of socket, he lifts me up a bit and hurls a knee directly into my thick belly again. My belly fat can only absorb so much pressure as my extra wide torso shutters. I fall on both knees this time as he keeps my arm raised still. I try to shake it free, but his grip says that he has other plans. My chubby head looks down at his huge boots. Sweat is cascading down both of our enormous bodies, but there is a coldness when in his vicinity. This man has no intention of stopping. For now, I try to gather even a moment of air, but before long, he is lifting my full 400 lb body up again like its nothing. The sheer power has everyone in the arena screaming wildly for more.

IamBigBear: I look up at him as he begins to hoist my body to a standing position. His eyes shift to my partner one more time and I use the opportunity to send a heel directly onto his big boot, hoping to force him to remove his deathgrip from my fist.

Executioner_X: I keep the grip tightly locked even as you fall to your knees again. I think I've seen enough from the fat bear. I glance at the other champ for a second, noticing the look of fury on his face. I then turn my attention back at my opponent and forces him to stand up, who then surprises me with a stomp to my foot. I grunt and immediately fire back with an elbow strike to his bearded cheek, my grip on his hand released but only so that I can pull him up over my shoulder for a fireman carry. The announcers and the audience go wild at seeing the Big Bear manhandled like a sack of potatoes. I slowly walk to their corner and slam the Bear down right in front of his partner, then point at him and coldly say "You're next. Come." before stepping back to the middle of the ring.

Big_Bull_Brock: The entire time my partner is fighting the masked monster, I keep waiting for a window to help, but it's too early to try breaking the rules. So I can only watch with anger until my partner is dropped in front of me. "Tag me in, Bear! I'll get him back for you." Half of my body is now leaning inside the ring as I extend my hand toward my partner.

IamBigBear: The elbow of the big lug cracks my head sideways as he keeps a solid grip on me. Over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, I can barely see straight. His giant arms wrapped around my chunky love handles as he carries me with ease. The room shifts swiftly as my fat back hits the turnbuckle so hard it makes the padding feel non-existent. My sumo sized body arches from the pain, thick chest and big belly out before I collapse back into the turnbuckle. My heavy arms over the top ropes only for a moment, but it's long enough for my partner to tag in. I fall to the base of the turnbuckle and roll out of the ring. My boots hit the concrete as my hefty body rests, heavy arms on the ring apron, head down, groaning in pain. One arm moves behind me and holds my back while the other grabs the bottom rope as my eyes glance up at my partner. "Be...careful....Bull." I growl in a low, precautionary tone.

Big_Bull_Brock: Immediately after I slap Big Bear's hand, I enter the ring and immediately charges at Executioner, fueled by anger I go low at the last second and hit him in the gut with a strong shoulder spear. Not many can withstand the Bull Rush especially at full speed, and yet I feel the momentum dissipates quickly after I slam into him. "What the heck?"

Executioner_X: The bull comes in with such a predictable move and like with his partner, I decide to take him head on. Widening my stance, I receive the full charge and grunt as I get pushed back some, but it is now completely stopped. "I expected more from you, Bull. All talk and no bite." I grab him by his shoulders and toss him over to the corner where my partner is waiting. "You take this one, Eric. Let's see what you can do." I head over to the same corner where my partner is holding the Bull and slap him on the shoulder as I step out of the ring.

Eric_Johnson: The muscle chub known as Big Bull is thrown right beside me. I grab him and pick him up. "Watchya doin down there big guy. Fun's just startin." I keep both hands locked under his chin from behind while I wait for my partner to catch up. You should see those big arms of the Bull windmill. My partner taps me on the shoulder after landing a big fist to Bull's gut, making keel over in the corner. I ease my way into the ring and wave to the audience. "This your hero?" I yell. I lift my hands to my ears and they all yell loudly. "Pity." I stand in front of the tank and lower my shoulder. Grabbing the middle rope on both sides I lunge forward and drive my shoulder up into that big belly of the Bull. He lifts off the mat a little and I repeat the process. Coming in at around 400 lbs of pure sexy appeal myself, I know this is gonna do some major damage. After 5 or so, I feel his bull body start to fall over my back and know he's got no air left.

Big_Bull_Brock: UGHH grunting as that fat shoulder slams into my bull gut repeatedly, not given a chance to recover. After several slams, the air is fully driven out of me and I slump across that blubbery back. I can only hear the announcers going over how badly the Big Beasts are getting beat up and the audience booing my opponent after that nasty taunt.

Eric_Johnson: "Oof, that's gonna hurt tomorrow." I say and give the audience what they came for. A big ole fist to the air! No one cheers for me. Not yet anyway. I look over at the lug in the mask. We were paired together recently, but he seems to do most of the leg work. No response from him either. Fine. Time to lay the hurt on thick and make a name for myself. Grabbing the huge powerlifting arm of the Bull, I whip him into the ropes across from us. As he returns, I lift a knee and slam it into his belly button so hard it would cause a snorlax to wake up. As he stands there stunned, I quickly tuck his head beneath my musky armpit. Wait one second, then DDT him hard into the mat at the center of the ring.

Big_Bull_Brock: Unlike the masked behemoth, I've heard the name Eric Johnson a few times already. He's a new heavyweight wrestler in the fed who tries too hard to be funny. Never thought he would be a half-decent wrestler, but I'm realizing how wrong I am as he whips me across the ring and meets me with a knee to the gut on the way back, I groan hard as my internal organs get shaken. Standing there with both hands nursing my gut, trying not to collapse when his hand wraps around my head and pulls me into a DDT. My face takes the brunt of the impact, my body bounces and rolls to the side. Greatly dazed now, everything is a blur.

Eric_Johnson: "Cheese Stick!" I yell as I force Bull's head into the mat hard. As he rolls over in pain, holding his forehead, I roll after him. Easy to do when you were raised on biscuits your whole life. Hell, I was called rolls by the time....that's not the point. I roll him onto his back and get back to my feet. I run to the nearby ropes, splash my fat back against em and bounce right off. When I get close to his body, laying there all prone and in pain, I jump over and lean back. "BIG PANCAKE!"

Eric_Johnson: The announcer yells over the mic: "HUGE senton from the rowdy Eric Johnson folks. He's really using his weight as a weapon! And wait....is he saying food words....? Did he name his own wrestling moves? Ughh gimme a break" The announcer finishes casting but doesn't realize his mic is hot for the last part.

Eric_Johnson: I roll over and get my big thighs on either side of Big Bull's head. Boy this fella is a meat-a-saurus. My crotch is right in his face as I go for the pin. One of my hands I keep pressed on his big belly. The other wanders down and puts pressure on his balls. "Better stay down if you don't want those grapes to become raisins." I mutter under my breath at the fallen giant.

Big_Bull_Brock: Not aware of what my opponent is doing but I can feel the ring shake like someone's doing heavy stomps. Next thing I know, I'm getting flattened by that fat ass. UGHHHHH groaning hard, unable to bounce and roll thanks to all that weight on top of me. Do we really belong in the same weight class? Eric then shifts on top of me and places my head between his big thighs, smothering me a bit. I feel those hands grab my gut and my balls like a pervert. "Get off me you fat fuck!" I start swinging my fist onto his side.

Eric_Johnson: Your big fists connect hard onto my right and left side. I know you are struggling down there. I'm awfully sweaty and those big trunks of mine barely hold my package in place. "You're getting a front row seat, chump. So many bears would dream to be where you are. Take it all in." I laugh. My underbelly pinning your head down. But then you throw a fist right into my rib and I roll off ya. Holding my juicy side I get to my feet and lick my hand, sliding all the way down my hairy chest, down my tub for a belly and right into my trunks where I grab my big meat. I pull my hand out a minute later, grab you by the mouth and make sure to get my fingers all up in there. Pulling you to your feet I land one punch to your chubby face, then another, then, moving my hips around real big I spin my arms in a circle and bop you right on the forehead with a big elbow to send you back to the mat holding your face. Lifting both arms, I put one boot on your massive chest. "Drink it in y'all." I yell and flex while the ref begins a 3 count.

Big_Bull_Brock: Groan as I roll and get up to all fours, then feel your hand grab me by the head pulling me up, your hand smelling a bit. My face then eats two of your punches before that big elbow slams onto my forehead, sending me to the mat once again. Looking up at you flexing those flabby arms as you pin me with a boot to the chest. The audience boos at you some more as the ref starts the pin count. I shove your leg off me just after the first count. Getting somewhat frustrated with how the match is progressing, I decide to play dirty and slam my boot up right into your groin.

Eric_Johnson: The audience is eating it up. They are cheering so loudly, their boos must be for the big fella on the mat. I rub my big belly sensually and rotate my hips while standing over ya. It's hard to be such a sex magnet. Suddenly, pain. So much pain. As your boot slams into my groin. My balls are crushed and I fall to the mat on my knees holding them. "Fu....." I gasp out. I see you roll over and get to your feet. Covered in sweat, the stadium lights make your silhouette into a monument, a behemoth. I look up at you and gulp. The match has only just begun.

Big_Bull_Brock: I roll and stand up while you fall to your knees, visibly in pain. Finally, a chance to turn the table. I walk in front of you, my wide frame blocking out the lights as I step close and grab the back of your head, then swing my elbow down the top of your head. BAM BAM BAM three blows in and I see you're dazed, I force you up and grab your inner thigh as I then attempt to lift you up for a body slam. My fans cheering when they see what I'm about to do, but even they can tell something isn't right.

Eric_Johnson: "My...balls." I gasp as my face makes it to your huge chest. Your arm reaches down and you try to lift me. An absolute hoss of a man. You start to lift with your huge thighs. One of my big legs lifts off the mat. You try again. You manage to raise me a bit higher this time. As I manage to wriggle a bit, you drop me back to the mat and your arm holds your back. I take the opportunity while the ref checks on your back to reach my fat hand into your trunks and grab your enormous cock. You wince in pain as I waddle you to the corner and put my full weight into you, not letting go of the big meat in your trunks. "Im too big for ya to handle, bub. That cock of yours is gonna belong to me now." I growl and headbutt you hard right between the eyes while masturbating you.

Big_Bull_Brock: My fans have seen me lift bigger men before, but the move always comes with a risk. A slight change in footing and movement and it's not going to work. On the second retry, I feel a sharp pain on my lower back and I drop to my knees. The ref steps closer and considers whether to pause the match, but you have other ideas. Grabbing me by my bull balls, you push me to a neutral corner and slam my back into the corner pads. I groan and feel the back pain flaring, but you shut me up with a well placed headbutt between my eyes. Both my arms are now slung over the ropes as my heavy body slumps in the corner. Worse, you have my dick in your grip as you take it out of my trunks and masturbate it in front of the entire stadium. Fuckkk this is bad

Eric_Johnson: I slap your cock around as the ref backs away. Reaching down with both meaty hands, I pull your trunks down to the mat, they cling to your meaty thighs before they come to rest between your legs by your boots. Girth is an understatement for how big your cock is. "You are a meat-a-saurus. Woof that's one huge sausage." I say as I take your big cock in my hand and continue to masturbate you. After a moment, I hold your cock firm and slap your chest hard with a backhand. Your arms keep flopping and flailing with each blow as the audience cheers and counts. "4,5,6....7...8..9..." For 10, I ball my big fist and slam it hard on your sweaty pecs. As your body threatens to fall to the mat, I lift you back up by your cock, wedge my thigh and torso against you so you are trapped, and masturbate you hard in the corner once more. "There's no hope now bub. Only pleasure." I whisper in your ear.

Big_Bull_Brock: Ughhh I'm getting worked hard in the corner. Normally I can fight off fat guys like this without problem, but this time my back is hurting and he has his hand on my meat. My girthy bull dick quickly grows to its full size as you keep jerking it off. I am moaning and breathing hard now. You then proceed to slap my chest so many times that the audience even starts counting along, then finish with a haymaker that makes my beefy pecs jiggle. I groan and start to fall forward, only to get pulled back in and pinned in the corner by your fat frame. Your hand keeps working my dick until it blows a wad of precum. I look at my corner and see Big Bear telling me to get off the corner and switch with him. Getting desperate, I attempt to push you off and see if I can escape to where my partner is waiting.

Eric_Johnson: Your big bull cock has grown even larger since I started pumping it. Thick white precum is covering my hand by now as I have my forearm against your throat and keep masturbating you. Your arm is tucked under my fat side. I check out the audience. Bears are checking me out. I give a few a wink and they wink back. I give another a cheeky smirk but they make a horrified face instead as I feel your forearm slam into my neck. It felt like a metal baseball bat just rang my bells. I stumble backward, releasing your cock as it bounces and leaks precum on the mat. Holding onto the ropes, my head spinning from the force of the blow.

Big_Bull_Brock: I manage to get a surprise hit in when I see you distracted looking at the audience. That gives me the opening I need as I stumble out the corner and kick my trunks away. Humiliated as I return to my corner naked and slap my partner's hand before replacing his place on the outside corner. "You got this, Bear." I say while breathing heavily, red marks visible on my chest and my dick still dripping precum. Damn, that fat guy almost got me.

Eric_Johnson: Holding my neck, the room stops spinning for a moment. I look over in time to see your fat ass slide through the ropes as an even larger fella enters the ring. Your partner looks mad. "Look at this Jelly Roll." I yell at him. He doesn't respond, but the ref tells me I shouldn't poke the bear. Nonsense. I walk forward. Our big bellies press together. He is bigger than I expected. A daunting wall that I am too short to climb over. Doesn't matter. I'm the sex symbol of this ring. I go to throw a fist across his chubby cheek, and he just takes it. I huff. Crack my neck. And throw another huge fist, it connects. He is unphased. I shrug it off. Third times the charm. I throw a third first and he catches my arm. My arm lifts over his head as I'm lifted off the mat and slammed hard directly on my back in a giant chokeslam in the middle of the ring.

IamBigBear: The audience cheers with silence as you impact. A chokeslam to end all. The ref tries to keep his footing but is caught off guard and stumbles backward into the ropes. Looking over at my partner, I reach down as you lay on your fat back and grab your trunks on either side. I pull them off swiftly and chuck them at your partner who lets them pass and fly into the audience. "Let's see how much pleasure the big lad can take." I growl. I turn you over onto your back, lower my full 400 lbs down onto your lower back, lift your legs up under my fat armpits and lock in a devastating boston crab in the middle of the ring. The crowd roars as they realize this as one of my finishers. I grin. Your cock is a good size, some big meat for sure. I reach down and grab hold and begin to masturbate you mercilessly as I apply the powerful submission hold against the fat man.

Eric_Johnson: I fall splat on my back with a THUD. My belly and chest arch up and down as the sound is deafening. It hurts to breathe. This superchub fucker....I roll over onto my fuzzy big belly and try to get on all fours after a moment. That's when I feel it. A brick house crushes me from behind and my legs lift. Then, all I can do is moan as he takes my cock in his chubby hand and starts going to town. I've never been masturbated so hard before. Base to tip. Over and over. I balled my fist bit down. Fuck this feels good. Fuck. I can't....I can't tap to this. Not gonna let some Daddy bear punk milk me in front of this audience of bears. This is my shot. We were told if we took down the champs the world was ours. Fuck this extra fat bear. I don't even realize how much Im drooling until my chunky cheek hits the mat. Barely holding on I reach for the ropes. He's so heavy. My hand is shaking. He's gonna end me here. The cum shot is coming....its so close.....

Eric_Johnson: Just then, heavy footsteps charge the ring. My partner lays a huge boot into the back of the fat man's head as he collapses forward and releases the hold. Sure it was cheating, but the ref backs away into the corner. I get to all fours and waddle my bare ass to our corner and tag my partner on the chest. I look back. The 400 lb sumo bear is still face down on the mat. He's holding his head. That huge boot did some damage. I step out of my partner's way as he slides into the ring. My cock paints the ropes white as I slide by. That was a close one. Time to watch the titan destroy these fellas.

Executioner_X: My partner is no good, just as expected. I thought there was potential behind that silly antic he keeps putting on. Still, he's the best of the worst, and the only one who's willing to team up with me. Time to get this back on script. I step through the ropes while everyone's attention is on Big Bear's brutal submission hold. They notice me too late, just one second before I plant my big leather boot behind that thick skull. That gets my partner out of the hold, and the ref is unsure of what to do. If he got the memo, he wouldn't dare disqualify me here. Still, to keep appearances, I decide to walk back to my corner, both hands raised like I'm pleading guilty. And if my partner has a brain cell, he knows it's better to let a real man do the job. Sure enough, he comes crawling back to our corner and now it's back to my show.

Executioner_X: I slowly make my way to Big Bear who is still face down on the mat. Come on, how long are you willing to lay down like that... I grab his hair and force him up to a standing position, then wrap my arm around the front of his neck. Bet he can feel my humongous tricep on his face as I bend him back and to the side in an abdominal stretch. That big stomach is now stretched out for all to see. I can't resist grabbing a handful of that love handle. "They just let anyone be the champ around here, don't they?" Then sink my big fist into that stomach multiple times while your face sinks deeper into my armpit.

IamBigBear: Facedown on the mat, the arena starts coming back into view. 400 lbs is heavy to lift, but the force of the giant claw grabbing my head makes it a breeze. The dominating arm of the Executioner wraps around my thick neck as he stretches my massive sumo body. My tremendous belly bouncing for all to see. "ARGGGGG. FUCKKKK." I yell and moan. So much pain as my muscles threaten to snap they are spread so tight. A big fistful of my chubby love handles causes me to writhe in even more pain. My enormous body is shaking. Face shoved deep in his armpit, his masculine scent fills my senses. Sweat trickles down and pours into my eyes and mouth as I try to take a breath. Just then. WHAM WHAM BAM WHAM. My thick sumo body is rocked boy fists shaped like boulders. My fat rippling with each concussive blow. My mountainous chest and rotund belly full exposed and forced outward toward the crowd. I try to readjust my tree trunk thighs, but they are locked between yours. No where to run. Stretched badly in an abdominal stretch as you threaten to break the 400 lb superheavy weight champion in half.

Executioner_X: Keeping the pressure on as you try to buck and struggle to escape, I then lower us both and slowly transition to a dragon sleeper. Your knees now resting on the mat as you're getting bent out of shape while your face is still trapped in my armpit. "You ready to submit now, big boy?" I ask, to which you give out a muffled response that tells me no. I bundle up my right hand into a fist and slam it onto your chest several times then retighten the choke before demanding a submission once more. "SUBMIT!" The ref staying close ready to stop the match if you pass out.

IamBigBear: Lowered and bent into a devastating dragon sleeper, my wide sumo body arches backward painfully. Head locked in the Executioner's sweaty pit. At first, my heavy arms instinctively raise, grabbing the huge, muscle chub shoulders of my captor. I feel my back giving out. The force is tremendous. I hear a muffled taunt, and can barely open my mouth. "Fuck....you...." I grunt before a storm of giant fists pummel my mountainous chest over and over. My heavy arms fall to my chunky sides as the beating of a lifetime rains down. The ref backing up, seeing the pure domination taking place. My fat daddy bear cock tents hard in my 5xl black speedo as my glisteningly thick body shimmers beneath the stadium lights, bouncing hard with each monstrous impact. I can feel my pecs bruising terribly as the choke retightens. A daunting roar fills the stadium as I can make out the phrase barely still wedged in your pit. The world is dark. The musk is overwhelming. The ref grabs my heavy arm and lifts it up a bit. As it begins to fall, I manage to tighten a fist just barely and keep it in the air. The match goes on. The ref nods and backs away again, gulping, unsure of what horrors the Executioner will unleash in this no holds barred milking match. He has the superheavy weight champ, the 400 lb Big Daddy Bear on the ropes, unable to move in a mid ring dragon sleeper with no end in sight.

Executioner_X: This is too easy, I think to myself as your arms fall to the side. Your resistance is slowly fading away and it seems that the Big Bear is on the verge of elimination. The ref steps in, lifts your right arm, it looks like it's about to drop, but you surprise everyone by keeping that arm up and fisting the air. The audience can see the Big Bear isn't giving up just yet and begin chanting your names.

Executioner_X: I scoff and release the sleeper. You just earned the right to survive a little longer, but I'm taking something in return. I step around you and rip your trunks right off of you. Let that bear dick out for all to see. Even your fans can't help but be surprised at the size of that cock. I then grab your legs and flip you around before lowering myself onto your lower back, trapping you in a vicious Boston Crab. "How does it feel? I heard you like this one, heh." Your lower body is being bent forcefully by the behemoth now, your dick and balls dangling in the air.

IamBigBear: Bent backwards and arched in the powerful dragon sleeper, my sumo sized body is shaking badly. Sweat cascading down my pillowy chest and rotund belly flies off and onto the mat with each sledgehammer fist you send into my massive torso. As the ref checks my heavy arm and I keep it raised, in defiance of the Executioner's rampage, I feel the plump armpit of my powerlifting colossus captor release me. I see the arena again, but through eyes that can barely open as the Executioner's sweat and musk have seeped into them, blinding me. Falling forward, my 400 lb cannonball body slams the mat hard, my heavy arms barely able to stop the momentum and wobble as I try to keep myself on all fours. Saliva is dripping from my chubby mouth, pooling below as I gasp and try to take a full breathe, the first lungfull of air I've had in what feels like an eternity. Suddenly, a forceful grip and rip as my 5xl black speedo is completely stripped of my thick waist. My fat daddy bear cock is full erect, throbbing, and completely covered in precum. Globs of white, thick, honey are dripping to the mat below as my heavy balls swing between my tree trunk thighs. The audience cheers maniacally, hooting and hollering as the superchub Dom Daddy Bear is now naked mid ring. The super heavyweight champ on all fours, showing heavy signs of struggle. "This Executioner fella is....fuck....I can't breathe." My ribs feel broken or at the very least deeply bruised in my big chest. All of this fat could not cushion the beating I just endured. I see the ref out of the corner of my vision back up and know that trouble is afoot. A brick house collapses my sumo body to the mat as my pancake nipples are now kissing the ring. My doughy bell squashed as the force of nature, Executioner administers my finishing move, a BOSTON CRAB. My tree trunk legs are pulled back and locked beneath his muscular pits. The force of the torque is excruciating. "This fella could make a hippo tap out." I shudder to think as I moan

Executioner_X: I have the Big Bear completely trapped in what is supposed to be his finishing move. My big body is starting to feel the toil of the match at this point, which is why I have to finish this one off now while I still have enough stamina to take on the other Beast. I release one of Bear's legs and grab his dick instead. It is already coated in his own precum, which makes it easy for my big hand to slide alongside it. I can tell, he is going to cum or tap out soon. Either way, he is finished.

Big_Bull_Brock: I can't watch this anymore. The Big Beasts have never been in a losing position like this and it looks like this masked giant is about to finish Big Bear. I don't think I can take him on especially with his partner still in reserve. Might have to make a risky play here. While the ref still has his attention on the two wrestlers in the ring, I slide along the outer perimeter of the ring until I'm within the Executioner's blind spot. Stepping between the ropes, I then make a dash at the Executioner and slam my boots onto his face. He is sent flying away from Big Bear, I follow and pick him up and bodyslam him onto the mat. My back pain immediately complains and I reel back next to my partner holding my injury.

IamBigBear: The big vice grip clamps down on my fat daddy bear cock. Powerfully. Commandingly. Im being masturbated. I slam a huge fist into the mat and my head falls onto the mat. I slam the mat again out of frustration. The sensation is a duality of pain and pleasure. The Execution could do some serious damage if he continues for much longer. Fuckkkkkkk. This feels so good….oh god. I can’t really push my huge upper body off the mat as the behemoth has his full weight crushing my fat back. Mmmmmm. Im drooling now and I can’t pretend this isn’t doing it for me. My big back is screaming in pain and my other leg is still trapped beneath the armpit of my dominant opponent, but he is a masturbating me so masterfully…. I let out a loud gasp. A glob of precum oozes out on the Executioners robust hand and I hear him laugh. He knows Im close. I reach for the ropes again. Desperately. But Im at mid ring. They’re too far. The orgasm is approaching. Fuckkkk. It’s taking everything in me to even resist as long as I have. I look up for my partner, but don’t see him. My breathing shortens. Small gasps as Im being both crushed and masturbated into oblivion. Waves and echoes of ecstasy are washing over me. The head of my cock is perfect numb. The shaft, like a soda can and steel beam, has endured all it can. I take one last inhale as my heavy balls begin to churn almost uncontrollably when all of a sudden, the pressure stops. A huge crash from behind me and the Executioner is knocked off me, rolling to the side and landing on all fours with his arms and head over the bottom rope to my right. My wide sumo body rolls over slowly, confused as to what could have stopped the Executioner from milking me for all to see. Heaving in air, with a cheeky grin, my partner, Big Bull is on all fours next to me. My fat daddy bear cock twitches as some more precum is leaked just at the sight of him. “That was too close.” I growl, holding my heavy balls and rolling onto my big knees.

IamBigBear: I noticed how heavily he is breathing. That must have took a lot out of him to move the Executioner like that. That big fella is still reeling from the massive cross body that just rocked his world. That would have flattened a smaller fella, but seems to have only delayed the giant. I slowly stand on my tree trunk thighs, I reach down and help my bulky partner up by lifting under his enormous arms. My partner is one of the toughest bulls in the business. I knew I could count on him. He’s very sweaty, we both are. The audience of bears around the ring are cheering wildly for us. I take one step too far forward and have to stop. Argggg. I reach back with on arm and hold my lower back. “That big fella did a number on me. Best make our move while we still can.” I growl. Big Bull instinctively tries to support my weight with a hand on my back, and my arm over his broad shoulders. As we slowly turn, the executioner is still coming to. Shaking his head outside the ring, arms dangling over the bottom ropes. Eric, the playboy isn’t even looking at him. Instead he’s taunting the audience, rubbing his big belly and thrusting his hips with his back to the ring. “You know what to do, partner.” I growl deeply as Bull moves with haste and I waddle toward the ropes.

Executioner_X: UGHH I groan when something heavy slams into my face and sends me rolling to the side, then I feel myself getting lifted off the ground before getting slammed onto the mat. Hardest hit I've taken this match. "You should've waited for your turn." I say as I'm standing up. The ref is now holding back the Big Beasts, threatening them with disqualification if Big Bull doesn't step out immediately. I tell him to stop yapping and let the match continue. He steps out of the way just as I start running toward the Big Beasts, both arms spread out for a double clothesline.

Eric_Johnson: Half dancing, feeling the room as they cheer, Im stopped mid body roll as I hear an earthquake behind me.

Announcer: What a surprising turn of event, folks! The Executioner just stopped the referee. Looks like we're getting some two on one actions here!

IamBigBear: Before I can take a step, a massive clothesline slams into my big neck. It forces me back a foot or two. I growl angrily. My thick pecs absorb the blow and I charge back, slamming a clothesline into the Executioner’s chest. Sweat flies in all directions as the mountainous sumo meets the demon king executioner.

Big_Bull_Brock: After performing that massive slam on the Executioner, I help my partner stand. Seeing him breathe heavily, sweat coating his body, and his big bear dick leaking like a faucet, I realize we can't afford to prolong this match any longer. I'm fresher than my part er but still not doing well given the beating I took earlier. Then I see the Executioner stand up and charge at us both. He may have beaten either of us alone but together, we're able to stand our ground. His clothesline hit us both but we are still on our feet. Then I see my partner return the favor with his own standing clothesline to the masked man's chest, and I follow it with a big boot to his gut.

Executioner_X: To my surprise, the Big Beasts are able to brace themselves against my powerful clothesline. Then the Bear counters with his own while the Bull attacks me from below with a well placed kick to my stomach. I groan harshly and fall to one knee. For the first time in this match, I'm on the backfoot.

IamBigBear: I waddle quickly around the Executioner. Grabbing both of his arms, I put my big knee into his back in front of my partner. Holding him in place, making him wide open to a frontal assault from one of the hardest hitters I know. “Hammer him Bull.” I yell. Stretching executioners arms wide and flexing every muscle in my chubby chest to do so.

Big_Bull_Brock: I'm surprised the ref isn't telling me to get out anymore. Maybe he knows it's better not to mess with the Big Beasts. Regardless, I have to quickly subdue the Executioner while I'm still allowed to be here. My partner has him trapped in a surfboard hold now while I step in front of him. "Think you can challenge the Big Beasts and survive? You're about to learn, bitch." I slam my elbow on top of his head once, twice, thrice, and finally the fourth time. Then I drag his legs out and spread them open before I slam my boot hard into that leather bulge. That finally gets him to moan.

IamBigBear: I can feel the Executioner struggling. The Big Bull is giving him one hell of a beating. Every time the Executioner tries to fall forward, I wrench his arms back further. My knee is carving away at his back. Woof. The Big Bull is not to be messed with. Each of those elbows to the executioners head. I can hear him struggling to breathe. Finally a Big Bull lands a huge boot to the leather bulge of the colossus. His entire body begins to shake. “Looks like you found his weakness. Keep up the punishment partner. Take his trunks off so everyone can see you crushing his manhood.” I growl. I lift the arms hard and the Executioner screams and spreads his legs. Big Bull has him right where he wants him.

Big_Bull_Brock: "Good idea, partner." I let up the pressure momentarily so I can strip the Executioner of his leather trunks. The crowd goes into an uproar, fans of the Big Beasts especially are cheering for us like never before. It looks like we are finally turning the situation around. "Damn, look at that." I point at the Executioner's big dick, impressed by its size. "There's always a weakness no matter how big or strong you are..." I toss the trunks aside and grab him by the legs again, looking to crush that dick some more.

Executioner_X: UGHHH my arms and legs are getting pulled in different directions, unable to resist the combined power of the Big Beasts. Then they have the audacity to strip off my trunks. My 8-incher plops out followed by laughter from the audience. Fuckers. I will show these bitches no mercy. When the Bull reaches down to grab my legs again, I kick my boot between his thighs. His face immediately turns to shock, then I kick that stupid face, send him rolling backwards. That leaves the Bear behind me. I plant my boots on the ground and push myself up. Still restrained by him, but I'm able to get close enough to launch my head back to hit him on his nose. It's enough to make him release his hold on me. I stand up and look around, the Beasts are hurting, and my partner is only now entering the ring. Time to bring this charade to a close.

Eric_Johnson: I enter the ring just as that superchub Big Bear slams his face into the bottom turnbuckle pad. OOFFF. That's gonna sting tomorrow. His arms are over the bottom ropes. As I walk over, I plant my big boot right between his shoulders. His back fat is like a big cushion but you should hear him roar right now. "HAHA. Found someone almost as big as you stud. Too bad this sex machine is gonna rock you like a hurricane! I call this my Big Stromboli." I step up and use the turnbuckle ropes to keep my pork body sturdy. The Big Bear is groaning terribly now. I look over and see the Executioner completely cock out. Dang that's a big sausage. Gotta focus. We have these big blokes on the ropes. Literally. Looking down, I see the Big Bear wide hips spread and his huge gut pressed into the canvas. "Be a shame if I squashed his eggplant. Heh." I jump down and go behind him. Turning him over, his plump big completely open. I spread those double wide thighs apart and stomp right down on his man bits. Cock, balls, and all. I know he's one hell of a tank, but this would be enough to make any normal fella tap. His big dick can only take so much damage though. Best to soften him up before we finish em off.

Eric_Johnson: I let go for a second. Big Bear's reeling in agony. His balls are big, but they are taking my full weight. I look behind me again. My partner is handling the Bull. All four of us are naked now. I'd like to think I'm small, but mighty. Well, my cock isn't as large as that steroid Executioner fella's, but Its thick in all the right ways. I look down and can barely see it over my belly. Big Bear lifts his head, he's sweating bullets. His eyes widen at my superchubby dad bod. I spread those logs he calls legs again and walk forward. The audience goes wild. They seem to know what I'm planning. Left boot on the left rope, right boot on the...woops. Big Bear made the ropes sweaty. I slip for a second, but catch myself. My cock drips some honey onto the sumo wrestler below me. My meaty cock is on Big Bear's forhead now. "Smell that buddy. That's the smell of the Sexiest Wrestler to Ever Live." I yell. I wipe my cock on his face. He's just trying to breathe at this point. Then, I silence the crowd with a finger and jump. I land hard on Big Bear's big chest. My sausage cock goes right into Big Bear's pie hole and slams the back of his throat over and over. "BRONCO BUSTER! THAT'S A BRONCO BUSTER FROM HELL!" the announcer yells as Big Bear is forced to take my cock with his arms pinned over the bottom ropes as I bounce on his extra wide body.

IamBigBear: What a series of events. Turned over after Eric's boot stepped onto my back, barely able to breathe. I cough up some spit that I swallowed by accident as he decides to crush my manhood in front of the crowd. I reach down and try to push his ankle off me, no use. ARRRRGGGHHHHHH. FUUUUUCCCCKKKK. Minutes go by, he has me pinned at the base of the turnbuckle. Seems that chubby bear can pull his own weight, or just play dirty. Doesn't matter, it's working. After a few minutes, I just want to throw up. My heavy balls are and Daddy Bear cock have been kicked and stomped for so long. The lights are spinning. Blood is rushing to my groin, but the damage is done. My head slumps onto my thick chest. I don't have much energy left. Heaving air slowly I look up to see the wide form of Eric Johnson in all his glory, his cock is a good length, but it's the girth that's impressive. He climbs atop me prone and massive body. His musk is overpowering. Sweat, precum, testosterone, and way too much ego drip onto my chubby face as his cock washes me in precum. It's warm, sticky, it starts to drip over my eyes so I close them. They already burn badly from sweat. Just then, the room goes quiet and then, a freight train lands directly onto my extra padded chest and round belly. I gasp, but as I open my maw wide, his hefty cock thrust deep down my throat. I'm being skull fucked in the corner by the Big Man that calls himself the 'Sexiest Wrestler Alive'.....and there's nothing I can do about it. I moan loudly. Accidentally sucking, trying to get some air as I hear him moan while he thrusts ever harder deep into my chubby mouth.

Big_Bull_Brock: The big boot of the Executioner hit me in my bull balls directly, stunning me and opening me up for another kick to the face. My large body is sent flying backwards, back to my own corner. I grab the ropes and pull myself up. Out of breath, covered in sweat, I keep holding on to the ropes for support as I lean my back against the turnbuckle. It's all I can do to stay in the fight. In the opposite corner, I see my partner struggling just as much, that big lad Eric Johnson finally deciding to help. Shit, this ain't looking good.

Executioner_X: Looks like my partner can handle the Big Bear just fine. I turn my attention back at the cornered Bull. He's glaring at me so fiercely, but I know he is in no place to fight back. I step in front of him, my larger frame casting a shadow over him. "Any last words before I put you out, champ?" Stressing the last word to let him know that he's about to lose his title. I raise my hand and back-slap his face, which almost knocks him out, then I switch to holding the ropes and kick his gut multiple times until he slumps down to the mat. Then I stomp those giant bull balls and grind his dick hard with my boot. "You know, your partner over there? He's not bad. Might be better than my partner, actually. But you? You're pathetic. You act tough but you know you ain't shit. Not against us, the real big boys here. Just admit you're out of your league and drop out."

Big_Bull_Brock: I look up at the looming form of the Executioner as he approaches me and slaps me with so much force that spit bursts out from my mouth and forms a fine mist in the air. I'm half out just from one hit. Next thing I know, I'm receiving a barrage of blows to my bull gut, each one forcing a pained groan out of me. He doesn't stop until my arms give out and my ass hits the mat. My belly has to be all bruised by now. The punishment is not over though as he grinds his large boot on my bull dick and balls while taunting me. FUCKKKKKKK my scream is loud and clear, and my dick is leaking despite being crushed.

Executioner_X: The Bull is nothing more than my plaything now. I was hoping he would take the hint and give his submission but seems like I need to be more direct. I reach down and drag him away from the corner, then pull himself up across my shoulders, setting him up in a torture rack. The audience have never seen the Bull picked up so easily. More of them are cheering for me now. That's right, worship your new champion. I rotate from side to side to give them a better angle. With my hand clamped around his balls, the Bull is moaning like a bitch.

Big_Bull_Brock: AUGHHHHH I moan even harder now that the Executioner has me in a torture rack with his hand around my balls. I've never met a man with so much power since Big Bear. My back is already hurting from my earlier mistake and now he's putting pressure there. And my dick feels like it's about to blow, too. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I see my partner not doing so well on the other side, either. Fuck, maybe I should tap out.

Eric_Johnson: Riding this Big Bear feels amazing. Both of my arms gripping the middle ropes. My sausage cock pounding his throat as my 380 lb body rocks his world. Fuckkkkk. He keeps sucking though and I'm not sure I can take much more before I blow. God he's found a way to reverse this onto me. FUCKKKKKK. I yell. I stop bouncing and pull his head deep onto my cock. "one last taste of heaven, Big Bear." I growl down to him. My precum is dripping down his chubby face as I pull out of his mouth. He gives me a last powerful suck that nearly puts me over the edge. I stand up slowly and turn around. That big oaf Executioner has the Big Bull in a torture rack. Dang. That's a lot of beef to have up in the air. Crushing his big bull balls while arching him like that. Amazing he hasn't tapped yet. That Bull's got willpower, that's for sure. If the Behemoth put me in a submission hold, I'd...well....let's not think of that. I'm already close to an orgasm as is. I look to the audience, they are eating it up. The fans of these Big Beasts are thirsty and loyal. I turn around. Big Bear is holding his thick chest. I left a trail of wet white precum down his thick chest and big belly when I stood up. Time to keep the pressure. I pull him by the boot, but that heffer won't move. Instead, I walk up and grab his beard. He finally budges and gets to his knees. I throw up down face first on the mat in front of the turnbuckle a few feet out. He's massive. Fuck, this Big Bear must have been a pro sumo wrestler in a past life. The entire ring shakes as he lands. I sit down on his fat back, plenty of room for my round gorgeous body. I give the audience a flex with both arms. Gotta keep showing them the goods. My cock is pushed into Big Bear's back. Slowly, I lift his right arm back and over my knee, then do the same with his left. I lock in my Camel Clutch, or dare I say, "Pork Belly Pot Pie!" I yell to the crowd.

Eric_Johnson: Everyone looks a bit confused. A few bears scratch their heads. Camel clutch didn't have the same ring to it. One bear in the front yells, "That doesn't make sense." They just don't understand my genius, but it don't matter. You don't have to be a genius if you are sexy and tough. Time to tenderize this pork belly. I wrench the chin and neck back of the Big Bear then hold on with just one hand. His huge chest and big belly are wide open. I start pounding the Big Bear hard right in the upper belly. 3 times....4 times... 5 times. The audience starts counting. I then aim for his big pecs. 7 times....8....9.....10! Each consecutive blow hits harder than the last as the Big Bear's defenses wear down.

Eric_Johnson: I lock both arms in again and yank backward hard. You should hear this fella groan, that deep roar of agony. Music to my sweet southern ears.

Eric_Johnson: I push my big hips into his huge back, knowing full well that his extra thick cock is being shoved into the mat below him. Crushing and masturbating him with each thrust. My partner wheels around and looks to me. We got em on the ropes now. That championship is as good as ours. My partner nods to me and I give him a toothy smile as I figure it's time for our grand finale. It is a first to cum doubles match. Better give the crowd what they want and put these massive bears away and claim those championship belts.

Executioner_X: Heh, maybe I should give my partner more credit. He's able to maintain control the entire time I'm toying with the Bull. One look at his dumb face and the Bear below him, and I know it's time to end these losers. I drop the Bull to the mat and pose over him, at least half of the crowd is now on our side. "Fuck the Big Beasts!" Someone yells, followed by a resounding cheer. I give them a thumbs up and turn to face the Bull, easily picking him up and trapping him in a full nelson hold. He's not even resisting anymore as I slide my dick up his ass. "Fuck yeah. Be a good bitch and come for daddy!"

Big_Bull_Brock: Groan as my body crashes onto the mat, shaking the ring. I hear the audience cheering for the Executioner, fans of the Big Beasts have gone silent or turn sides at this point in the match. Then I feel myself getting dragged up, those big arms wrapping around me trapping me in a full nelson hold, the Executioner's dick entering my ass soon after. His powerful thrusts make me moan hard, my dick spurting more precum onto the mat. Ohh fuckkk this is so humiliating but it feels so good.

Big_Bull_Brock: I look across the ring, my partner is getting manhandled by that stupid oaf. He takes one look at us and decides to imitate his partner. Big Bear is dragged up into a full nelson as well. That Eric guy is clearly having a hard time handling all that weight, but eventually manages to shove his dick inside my partner's hole.

Executioner_X: One of the few things I discussed with my partner prior to this match is how we're going to finish these so-called champions. Glad to see that he still remembers. As he struggled to put Big Bear in position, I carry the Bull with me toward him until their bodies make contact with each other. "Heard you two like each other so much. Be glad that I'm bringing you together for the finale." I can see their dicks now grinding against each other as Eric and I fuck the Big Beasts with brutal force.

IamBigBear: Eric Johnson's devastating camel clutch arches my thick upper half backward painfully. His precum is dripping down my chubby cheeks, my once brown fluffy beard is glazed white. My chubby pecs took a huge beating as did my big belly. I can't even get a full breath of air. Fuck....I don't know how much longer I can endure this. I feel him rocking his 350+ weight on my back. My fat daddy bear cock is being ground into the mat. It's rock hard and he's been using that mat to edge me. FUCKKKKK. I'm soaking wet. This could be it. I manage to look up and see my partner, Big Bull's powerful muscle chub body be locked into a full fuck nelson. His heavy arms flailing. That enormous cock of the Executioner disappears as Bull's eyes go wide. He's being used as a huge cock puppet. Just then, the camel clutch releases and I'm dragged to my feet. Stumbling across from my partner in the middle of the ring. Both of us covered in sweat. Our big, meaty cocks nearly touching, dripping with precum. My heavy arms are lifted as I feel Eric's arms lock in a full nelson of his own. As he whispers in my ear, "Time to cum for the new Champions." I grunt and groan trying to resist, but then I feel it. A huge sausage enters between my extra wide ass cheeks. I look at my partner in the eyes as Eric's thick cock penetrates my ass. A DOUBLE FUCK NELSON FINISHER in the middle of ring!

IamBigBear: Eric's precum drips from my maw as his cock feels incredible. Thrusting, shaking my sumo body around. Making me feel his power. My tree trunk thighs shake and nearly give out at the savageness taking place, but Eric's huge body keeps me up. I feel my partner's girthy cock rub against mine and push into my under belly and fat pad. The width of it, it's like our cocks are masturbating each other.

IamBigBear: I let out a moan. More of Eric's precum flies from my maw. I can see the Executioner having his way just as strongly with my beefy partner. "Hang on Bull! Hold on." I yell to him, unsure if he can hear me. I try to fight back, to release the full nelson, but Eric thrusts so hard into my ass that my prostrate screams. My head falls to my pillowy chest. Barely able to lift it, I look up at Bull again. He is moaning and wincing the same. The Big Beasts, being dominated so powerfully, they can barely stand. Taking a full fuck nelson double finisher at mid ring.

Big_Bull_Brock: "Bear... I'm sorry..." I whisper to my partner in front of me. We are both getting full nelson fucked in the middle of the ring, and we both know we have been defeated. Belly rubbing against belly, dicks slapping against each other, our holes being ravaged by our superior opponents. "Cum for me, big bitch." I hear the Executioner say as he gives another deep thrust that presses me into my partner, our dicks now trapped between our big bellies. FUUUCCKKKKKKKK I scream hard as I finally break, my dick unleashing a massive load of bull cum that coats both of our bodies.

IamBigBear: As my partner moans and erupts in an orgasm for the ages, my sumo size body submits to the ecstasy of the moment. With our fat cocks pressed together, I erupt in a geyser of white, warm honey all over my partners huge belly and plump pecs letting out an enormous roar for the entire arena. My 400 lb sumo body quakes as the edging that Eric forced me to endure releases itself and my heavy balls are squeezed wonderfully. He glazes my mountainous chest and rotund belly the same. The orgasms last for a solid minute or so each as more and more cum ropes paint us until we are both fully milked. DING DING DING!

Executioner_X: "Good bitch." I say, keeping the Big Beasts pressed tightly as they let out their marks of surrender. Takes almost a whole minute for them to finish, these champions sure don't disappoint in this department. The audience continues to cheer for me and my partner as we finish ourselves, creaming the inside of the Big Beasts with our own load. My partner is unable to support the weight of Big Bear anymore so he lets go of the nelson. Big Bear crumples down onto his back, completely spent. Then I throw the Bull on top of him and place my boot over him, my cum leaking out of his ass. Only then does the ref come in to give us the tag team championship belts. Eric has a big dumb smile on his face but he's out of breath and barely able to stand. I hold my belt high in the air and let the camera staff and the audience takes photographs until they are satisfied. The Big Beasts have been dethroned. Behold, your new champion.