Classic Pro Wrestling

Gentleman_Jack: I challenge Maniac Mike Miller again, after our last match ended up with me carried out on a stretcher. The cheating bastard went too far! I enter from the backstage area of the ring, the same as our last match, determined to teach him some lessons. Stony faced as I walk to the ring, the fans patting my back as I climb up the ring steps, now to them, and hop over the top rope in my striped trunks, awaiting the Maniac.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: My music hits and I run to the ring. Sliding in and pop up to my feet. Black squarecuts with matching pads, boots and wristape. Stare you down......point my finger at you....."this time gonna snap that scrawny neck of yours.....the gentlemen will be in the retirement home!"

Gentleman_Jack: I ignore your taunt as your loud music plays and the lights flash in the ring. The ref checks my gear and my boots, and I point at you. “You’re gonna wanna check him closely,” I say.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Step back to my corner...letting the ref pat me down. Even pulling the waistband of my trunks forward..letting him look in there. Crowd laughs. Ref steps back. Calling for the bell to start the match.

Gentleman_Jack: I walk to the center of the ring and extend my hand in a traditional gentlemanly motion before we lock up. The crowd anxious to see what will happen.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Take your hand and shake it as I step to center. Then pull you towards me. Dropping your hand. Staring you down. Nose to nose...pecs to pecs. Crowd on the edge of their seats

Gentleman_Jack: We shake and then you pull me to you, our bodies an inch apart. You looking down at me, me up at you. Our faces practically touching, I can feel the heat off you and smell the body oil. Under my breath I mutter “get fucked” and ram my right fist as hard as I can into your abs.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Unnngh...crowd cheers as you strike first. Stagger back. Then chop those pecs.

Gentleman_Jack: I turn, wincing, hands on my chest after the big chop. I return the favor, smashing your pecs with a chop, loudly cracking.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: The power staggers me. Fall back against the ropes...bouncing out with a big boot to your gut.

Gentleman_Jack: I step forward as you fall backward, ready to punish you against the ropes, but you bounce back with a boot to my gut. I hunch forward, groaning “awwwhhh!” Hands on my abs, stepping backward slightly.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Step in...wrapping my arms around your waist. Lift you and step forward...dropping you gut first across my knee as I drop to a knee!

Gentleman_Jack: You pick up my smaller frame easily, and I think you’re going for a bearhug but you drop my gut acts your big knee. My body weight forcing my gut down hard on it. “UNGHHH!!!” I groan out. I fall off your knee coughing, hands on my mid section, rolling to one side.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Stand and grab your hair. Dragging you up....tossing you to the corner

Gentleman_Jack: You yank me up by my hair and toss me into the corner. My body shakes on impact. Hand still going to my hurt abs.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Stand center ring and take a 3 point stance like I was playing football. Then explode forward. Rushing towards you. Tucking my shoulder and leap. Lunging my shoulder aimed at that gut.

Gentleman_Jack: I see you charging at me like a bill, knowing it’s gone be brutal if I take the hit. I play possum a little, waiting till you’re airborne, then use my speed to dodge to the side, pulling myself away with the rope. I barely get out in time as you crash into the ringpost, which I’m surprised stays attached to the ring.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Hit the post hard with my shoulder.....almost going through it, at least that's what it feels like. Hanging there in the corner between the middle and top ropes. Shoulder on fire.!

Gentleman_Jack: You’re speared against the post, hanging a bit. I grab hold of the top rope with my right hand and start kicking up into your core, the front of my boot smashing up into your abs over and over.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Body jerking and bouncing up and down with each kick. Ref counting for the break.

Gentleman_Jack: The ref counts and as he does I change tactics. I step behind you and straddle your back, then smash my crotch down on your lower back. I reach down with both hands and grab the middle rope, then yank it up into your throat, strangling you as your boots kick the mats.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Big body bucking. Ref yelling....face turning red
Gentleman_Jack: The ref yelling but I’m a man possessed, smiling as you choke and gag. His hand on my shoulder pulling at me, threatening to disqualify me. Finally he pulls me back hard enough and I release the rope, stepping back off you, my bulge a little bigger than when I got on top.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Push off the ropes and fall backwards at your feet. Trying to focus.

Gentleman_Jack: See you down on the mats under me and jump into a shooting star press, smashing down on top of you.

Gentleman_Jack:

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Big body bounces as you land on top of me. Crowd roaring its approval. Winded from your attack.

Gentleman_Jack: I reach over and grab your big thigh, pulling your leg up, giving the crowd on that side of the ring quite a view of your upper thigh/ass and bulge. The ref drops down. 1!

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Sucking wind....but twist...getting a shoulder up

Gentleman_Jack: You pop up from the early pin and I drop your leg. I reach down and grab the same leg, twisting the ankle in an inverted ankle lock.

Gentleman_Jack:

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Raise my free leg and slam a boot to your pecs....1...2...3 times to get you off of me.

Gentleman_Jack: I take the first kick, holding the lock on but by the third I have to release. I step back, then stomp down on the same ankle.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Roll away. Pulling up. Favoring that ankle. Grab your head....raking your eyes to stop any further attacks.

Gentleman_Jack: I follow you as you stand, seeing you hobbling a little and come in close…too close. You reach up and rake my eyes. My hands go straight to my face and I step back, turning around, walking away, trying to regain my vision.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: See an opening. Lunge forward and use my left arm....slamming a forearm to the back of your neck. Hoping it's a weak spot from before!

Gentleman_Jack: You smash a forearm into the back of my neck and I stumble forward falling into the ropes.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Follow you. Pushing your head down over the ropes rope...choking you on it

Gentleman_Jack: Gagging and choking as you force my neck down over the top rope, crushing my throat…legs kicking wildly, arms up on the rope trying to pull it down, eyes watering from choking and the rake.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Ref yelling and counting. I finally break by pushing down on the ropes and letting go. Letting them slingshot you backwards.

Gentleman_Jack: You push down hard on the ropes, joining with my pressure, sending them slingshotting back up into my throat. It sends me careening backward like a hard punch and I fly up slightly and slam back down on my ass and back, still coughing.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Turn to you. Grabbing your hair. Pulling you up into a front facelock. Put your arm around my neck. Band grab your trunks for the lift!

Gentleman_Jack: You yank me up to my feet by my hair, locking on a front facelock, tossing my arm over your neck. I feel your hand roughly grab the side of my trunks. Still woozy I try to grab your arm with my free hand and pull my head out.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: You Blick and pull your head free from my damaged arm. Use my good arm for a chop to those pecs.

Gentleman_Jack: The chop sends me back, still stunned from the rope work. My chest covered in red marks as I step back. I kick out and slam my boot into the side of your thigh.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Drops me to knee. Trying to stand again

Gentleman_Jack: I run back two steps, bounce my back into the ropes, and leap forward with a drop kick aimed square at your big chest.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Drills me to the mat on my back

Gentleman_Jack: I roll up to my feet, pumping my arm as the crowd cheers. I run to your head, stand over you, then drop my bare knee down into your forehead.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Bug body flies up and crashes back yo the mat. Roll...holding my head.

Gentleman_Jack: I kick your hands away from your head and reach down, yanking you up by the head.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Follow up dazed.

Gentleman_Jack: Put you in a front facelock, just like you had me. Instead of grabbing for the trunks, I pull back and drop down to my ass, DDTing the top of your head into the mats.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Head spikes the mat....room spinning as I roll out under the ropes and fall to the floor

Gentleman_Jack: The ref starts counting as you roll out of the ring and fall to the floor. Determined not to let you recover, I slide out after you. Grab you by the head again.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Grab the front of your trunks to steady myself....and slam my other arm up between your thighs with a low blow

Gentleman_Jack: “AWWWWW!!!” Your forearm smashes up into my bulge right after you tugged at my trunks with the other hand. My eyes close and my cheeks puff out as I take the brutal low blow and collapse to my knees in front of you.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Slowly stand....pissed. ref counting but I ignore him. Grab a chair and step to you...raising it high above your head.

Gentleman_Jack: I see you coming toward me after opening my eyes. My hands still between my legs. I raise one hand up, pleading “no no no!”

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Swing for the fences as I slam the chair down to your head.

Gentleman_Jack: BOOM! Metallic impact sound as the chair slams into my skull. I collapse to the floor, looking like I might be KOd.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Ref yelling. Drop the chair. Grab your hair and trunks....dragging you up and roll you back into the ring. Sliding in after you. Stand...dragging my thumb across my throat. Then grab your hair. Dragging you up.

Gentleman_Jack: You grab me by the hair and trunks and toss me back in the ring, my trunks pushed half up my ass. You grab my hair and I’m moaning low, coming to from the hairpull as you pull me up.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Shove your head between my thighs. Grabbing your waist and jerk to lift you inverted

Gentleman_Jack: I feel you lift me easily, unable to do much to fight back, lifted up into the air

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Drop to my ass with a piledriver

Gentleman_Jack: The ring shakes as your ass and legs hit the mats and my skull smashes into it. My body jiggles and collapses into a heap on the mats. Ass shaking as I hit the mat. My leg starts twitching.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Roll you to your back. My back on your chest for the cocky pin. Count with the ref.....1!

Gentleman_Jack: Moaning slightly as you lay across my chest, room spinning.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Ref counts 2!

Gentleman_Jack: The two wakes me up. I weakly roll to the side and barely get a shoulder off the mat just before the ref can hit three.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Sit up...pissed....but know I probably should have hooked your leg. Stand. Dragging you in with me by your hair.

Gentleman_Jack: You drag me up by my hair and I’m really dragged, barely conscious…weakly standing up.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Toss you hard to the corner.

Gentleman_Jack: My body slams into the corner…momentum would push me to fall flat on my face but I grab hold of the top ropes, head spinning.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Step to you. Lifting you up. Setting your ass on the top turnbuckle. Climbing the ropes in front of you.

Gentleman_Jack: You sit me on the top turnbuckle, going for a power move off the top rope. You climb in front of me, your big sweaty bulge in my face. Without thinking I pull my head back and slam my forehead into it with one of my signature headbutts.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Eyes go wide as you headbutt me in the balls. Grab my nuts and waiver on the ropes. Then fall backwards to the mat with a thud. Roll. Holding my busted balls.

Gentleman_Jack: Paid you back for what you did to me outside the ring. You fall backward, rolling, your hands at your crotch. Still seated on the top rope, I stand, then somersault off the top, spinning, and slam my body down across yours.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Never see it coming as you just flatten me to the mat with the perfect move! Crowd cheering

Gentleman_Jack: I stay laid across you and reach my hand down, palm grazing your fat bulge as I reach between your legs and pull your hurt leg up. Rest my elbow across your meat as I go for the pin. 1!

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Free leg raises and falls. Ref counts 2! Twist...throwing a shoulder up.

Gentleman_Jack: You evade the pinfall as our match keeps going. Fans getting their moneys worth! I drop the leg, but dig my elbow into your bulge as I slide it up your body. “Just give it up ya big bastard,” I say low to you. I grab your head to drag you up.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Follow up. Weak fist to your gut as I stand

Gentleman_Jack: I take the punch, my boots shuffle back slightly but I maintain control. I lock you in another front facelock, toss your big arm around my neck and grab the side of your trunks. The fans on their feet, shocked I’d try to lift the big man.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Realize you probably don't have the power, so I don't try to block it. Gonna let you try and embarrass yourself

Gentleman_Jack: I grunt and pull, trying to heave you up in the air for a suplex. I get your feet off the ground but they fall back down. I go for another, trying to lift, but you might weigh too much.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: You try in vain the first time. Then you try again. The crowd roars its approval as I squat and push up with my legs....leaping for you to lift me. But they go silent when I land on my feet behind you...holding your head. Then drop to my ass with a neck breaker!

Maniac_Mike_Miller:

Gentleman_Jack: I suddenly find myself able to lift you as you bounce up in the air, and I take the bait. You land behind me, placing my neck at an awkward angle, before you drop to your ass and smash my neck across your big shoulder. I collapse to the mat next to you, my hands behind my neck as I kick the mats in pain.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: I sit there and the. Slowly stand....dragging you up to your feet

Gentleman_Jack: You take your time, enjoying the applause as you sit on your ass, me still kicking the mats and groaning. Then you stand and drag me up, increasing the strain on my neck as you do. I wince.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Tuck your head under my arm in a facelock. Yell..."time to end this!" Putting your arm around my neck.

Gentleman_Jack: I try to punch with my other arm and pull out again, though the arm tight around my neck hurts like hell.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Squat. But instead of grabbing your trunks. I grab your boot, putting it in front of your knee and use it to lift you. Then drop to a knee as I drop your head and neck to my knee.

Maniac_Mike_Miller:

Gentleman_Jack: I think I’m in for another driver or suplex, but you reach down and grab my boot, laying it across my other leg. You lift me by my knee, then drop us down. My head and neck slam into your outstretched knee as I collapse to the mats. My injured neck already strained, I’m moaning as I lay on my back, arms and legs outstretched. Some fans cheering, many rooting for me after such a brutal takedown.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Refs eyed go wide with a look of concern. He immediately drops...checking you. I grin and flex. Finally going for the pin. Ref counts 1!

Gentleman_Jack: Laying under your big body, he taps one! Leg twitching, neck pain a 10…

Maniac_Mike_Miller: He counts 2! But before the 3 I sit up. Jerking you up to sitting

Gentleman_Jack: The pin was yours but you sit up after 2, yanking me up. My head spinning, hanging a bit to one side, sweat matting my hair, body shiny with it as we sit up.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Ref yelling. I stand and argue with him. Telling him it's not over till I'm ready for it to be over. Turn my back to him and peel my left kneepad down. Exposing my bare knee. Then turn back to you. Grabbing your hair and pulling you up onto a front facelock again.

Gentleman_Jack: You yank me up by the hair and I’m dazed. Back in the front facelock. I see your kneepad dropped down your shin and know I’m in trouble. I reach to my side, open my hand like a claw, and clamp it on your bulge.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Eyes go wide as you as you grab my big bulge. Arm drops. Immediately grabbing your arm. Trying to pull it off my bulge.

Gentleman_Jack: I’m a man possessed, a dog with a bone, and I’m not letting go. After the brutal power moves, I know this is the only way I can keep going in this match. I keep my grip tight, hand clawed around your bulge. I can feel the outline of your cock and each ball in my hand as I grip and squeeze. I stagger, getting more steady on my feet as the ref decides not to interfere in the below the belt action and the fans cheer me on.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: My cock throbbing in a weird mix of pain and pleasure. But more pain. Pushing back on your pecs..."ref...ref...he has got my balls!" Crowd laughing.

Gentleman_Jack: The ref finally has to acknowledge the low blow and comes over to wave me off. “Gripping the tights!” he yells, as though I’m just yanking on the side of your gear. I release the claw, pulling my hand down for a split second. Before you can put your hands to it, I smash my fist up for a quick punch, feeling your nuts mash up into the base of your cock, which catches the edge of my knuckles. Now he’s yelling at me more. “It was a love tap!” I say. “Just playing.”

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Face screws in pain. Grabbing my bruised balls. Dropping to my knees. Trying to speak....but struggling...." you......dirty.......fuckers.......you'll pay!"

Gentleman_Jack: “Let’s make you eat those words, shall we?” I say, lifting a knee from standing and smashing it across your face from the side as you sit upon your knees.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Spit flies and my eyes roll. Crashing to the mat on my side. Still clutching my damaged package

Gentleman_Jack: You fall to the mats and slam down to your side, hands at your crotch. I drop to the mats against your back, and grab your ankle and one of your wrists. I place a boot in the small of your back and stretch, stretching your body out, yanking on that arm and leg from the same side.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Moaning in pain. Reaching for the ropes.

Gentleman_Jack: “How’s that back? And how’s that bulge?” I ask, ratcheting up the pressure as you reach out for the ropes.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Growl in pain....ropes just out of reach. Struggling...trying to drag us closer.

Gentleman_Jack: Your bigger size gives you an edge on pure strength as you drag us toward the ropes. I keep my boot in that lower back, stretching out the arm and leg as long as I can. “You…can just…submit!” I bark at you.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Never.....I growl....getting my fingertips on the ropes and grab it. Waiting for the ref to call for the break.

Gentleman_Jack: The ref sees you manage to crawl to the ropes and calls for the break. I keep the hold on for three more then release it, your leg and arm falling to the mats as you clutch the bottom rope. I roll up to standing and he gets between us, forcing me back a step or two to give you space. “How’s that back? And how’s that BULGE? Oooh…” I say, feigning concern for the damage I caused.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Pull up on the ropes. Holding my lower back. Trying to keep some distance between us.

Gentleman_Jack: Your hand still on the ropes, I’m pushing toward you but the ref is pushing me back, his gloved hand on my sweaty chest as he asks you if you’re good to continue.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: I nod my head yes. then step off the ropes, chopping your pecs.

Gentleman_Jack: You wallop me with a pec chop off the ropes and sweat goes flying off my chest. I step back, hands to my chest. I kick out reflexively, aiming a boot at your thigh.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Stepping in. Thinking I stopped you. But you kick my leg out. Dropping to a knee in front of you again.

Gentleman_Jack: I lift my knee, smashing it across your broad sweaty chest, my bulge bouncing as I do.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Knocks me to the mat on my back. Rolling to get up.

Gentleman_Jack: As you roll to your back I jump up and smash a leg drop down across your body.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Big body flies up and crashes back to the msy on impact

Gentleman_Jack: As you lay on the mats I quickly rush to the corner and climb the ropes, till I’m standing on the top rope, fans at their feet. Eyeing you below me, I leap up, flipping in the air, aiming to splash my body across yours.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Never see it coming as your smaller body crashes into mine. Bouncing on the mat.

Gentleman_Jack: My splash connects and I slam across you with a hard impact, smashing you into the mats. I reach to the side and grab your leg, lifting it as I lay across you. The ref drops down. 1!

Maniac_Mike_Miller: No movement!

Gentleman_Jack: 2! I blink, my eyes filling with sweat that’s pouring down my face, both of us drenched.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Crowd in shock as I twist...barely getting a shoulder up.

Gentleman_Jack: “DAMN IT!” I’m waiting for the bell and the ref shows me your shoulder slightly elevated. I drop your big leg and break the pin, standing up. Run my fingers through my red hair, deciding what to do next.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Roll. Slowly pushing up. Adjusting my junk in my trunks. Step in. Throw a slow kick aimed at your gut as you stand.

Gentleman_Jack: Ungh! Your slow boot mashes into my lower abs and the top of my waistband. I hunch over slightly and respond with a left hook to your cheek. Both of us drenched in sweat, moving slow, brawling.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Spit flies and I fall back against the ropes.

Gentleman_Jack: I press you into the ropes, pushing a forearm across your throat.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Slamming weak fists into your ribs as you choke me. Ref finally calls for the break

Gentleman_Jack: My body shudders as you hit me with some fists to the side. The ref breaks us up and I back up a few steps, walking in a small circle as I plan my next move. The crowd of men applauding. Sweat pouring off my body, my semi hard bulge bouncing with each step.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Step out and swing a chop to your pecs

Gentleman_Jack: Grunt, the chop forcing me backward. I flatten my palm and smash it across your chest, returning the favor.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Stagger forward. Grabbing your shoulders and slam a knee to your bulge.

Gentleman_Jack: “HAWWWGHHHHH!!!” I let out a gutteral yelp as your knee smashes up into my bulge. The ref warning you about low blows as I collapse to my knees in front of you.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Tell the ref...."fuck off....you let him claw my balls." Grab your hair. Pulling you up into a front facelock.

Gentleman_Jack: You yank my hair up and place me in a front facelock. My hands still reaching for my throbbing bulge in the hold.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Turn us back to back. Rolling your head up my torso till it's pulled back over my shoulder. drop to my ass with a neck breaker.

Gentleman_Jack: You go for my injured neck again, lining us up back to back, bending down to accommodate my smaller size, and crack my neck over your shoulder. I collapse next to you, my body bouncing out of the hold. My hands go to my neck and I’m kicking the mats furiously in pain

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Sit up with a wicked grin. Grab your hair and drag you up

Gentleman_Jack: You grab my hair again and I’m moaning in pain from the neckbreaker. Even being lifted up hurts as you drag me up.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Grab your wrist and whip you hard to the corner.

Gentleman_Jack: I slam into the corner, almost falling forward, but I grab the ropes to hold myself up. My neck hurting, my head hanging.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Head to the ropes to your right. Stepping between them to apron. Big man going high-risk as I start to climb the turnbuckle behind you

Gentleman_Jack: My head hanging, punch drunk from the neckbreaker, I don’t even know where you are in the ring. Barely know where I am myself, even as my fans cheer for me to watch out.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Awkwardly get to the top turnbuckle buckle behind you. Crowd realizes what I'm trying to do as I grab your head. Positioning my bare knee into your neck at the base of your skull. Ref yelling.

Gentleman_Jack: I feel you press your knee into my hurt neck, bringing me back into focus. Your big hands on my head. I know I need to stop you or I’ll get pummeled out of this match, and maybe my career. I move my head slightly and smash my elbow behind me, aiming for your left shin to take you down from the ropes.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: You take my leg out and it slips...I fall...straddling the corner rigging. My balls crushed again. Face screwed in pain as I sit there

Gentleman_Jack: You collapse down on to the ropes and I hear you in pain. I turn and see you towering over me, wincing. I quickly climb up the ropes, facing you, body to body. I grab your head and tuck it under my arm as I aim to pull you out of the corner and smash that skull back to the mats.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Never see it coming as you grab my head and fall backwards. Spiking my head to the mat with a DDT from the ropes. Big body in a heap on the mat. Not moving

Gentleman_Jack: I use what little strength I have to pull you off the top rope and down to the mats. Big DDT from up high, spiking the big man’s head to the mats. Your body shakes and collapses as the crowd goes apeshit. I roll over to you groggy, then sit my ass down over your face, smothering you. I reach forward and grab one of your legs, pulling it up in the air as the ref drops for the count. 1!

Gentleman_Jack:

Maniac_Mike_Miller: No movement at 2! Free leg rises and fall....but only on instinct. Brain scrambled, balls busted. Can't move

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Gentleman_Jack: I feel your big leg rise a little bit just from the stretch in your crotch as I pull your leg high in the air. I’m delirious with pain from my neck and balls, but adrenaline is getting me through this now… THREE! The ref slams the mat for three and the bell rings. I drop your meaty leg, letting it fall to the canvas, and roll off of you, laying on my back, breathing heavy, soaked with sweat as the ref announces my victory. I stagger up, still unsteady on my feet as he raises my fist in the air.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Roll on the mat. Under the ropes and out of the ring. Crashing to the floor. Trying to stand. Crowd cheering and chanting your name.

Gentleman_Jack: I pump my fists in the air as I finally take the win over Maniac Mike. I bow at the waist as a gentleman to the four sides of the ring as I gesture to you outside the ring. “Better luck next time, mate!” I grab my bulge and adjust it as a reminder of what I did to yours.

Maniac_Mike_Miller: Glare at you and flip you off...then slowly limp to the back.

Published: 2023-08-09, viewed 171 times.