GIANTS VS SHORT ONES

Havoc_the_Slayer24: Main event for the evening, and it is packed. Apparently it’s gonna be a last man standing match. My opponent I have no idea. But it doesn’t matter honestly. I step out as my name is announced “introducing first, weighing in at 369 lbs standing at 6’6 ft. He is havoc the slayer!” Wearing black trunks and size 15 boots I walk down to the ring. A lot of people boo at me as they’re not exactly pleased with my recent matches. I’m halfway to the ring when im suddenly hit in the back!

Havoc_the_Slayer24:

Lucas_Miles: I come out of the back right behind you. It's been a week since our last bout and I'm out of the hospital. My friends tried to talk me out of a rematch but I'm here for payback. Promoter offered me a shot at taking you down. No rules this time, just last man standing wins. I come up behind you as you approach the ring, steel chair in hand. I raise my weapon and slam it into your back. I wince and hold a hand to my ribs, still wrapped in bandages from our last match since I didn't give them time to heal. I ignore the pain and smash you in the back again.

Havoc_the_Slayer24:

Havoc_the_Slayer24:

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I turn around and see my opponent is Lucas. I remember tossing and breaking him around last week. Judging by the bandages wrapped around his and he’s far from recovered. Not that it matters as he swings another chair at my back over and over again! I evenly stumble and lean on the ring as you swing the chair at my head!

Lucas_Miles: I swing the chair down onto your head hard enough to dent it. The crowd is going wild, but I see a lot of worried faces. Some think I'm back too soon, others shocked to see the local teen hero going hardcore, but I know there's not other way I can beat you. As you raise your head from the last blow I swing the chair hard into your face, splitting your forehead and letting blood run down your face

Havoc_the_Slayer24: You keep on the assault on the chair even as I see you wince with each swing. The crowd has mixed reactions on you being here but they’re on your side as they start to cheer your name. You then swing harder as you open a small gash on my Forehead a si drop to one knee

Lucas_Miles: I toss the chair aside, already panting. "Payback time!" I yell as I grab your head, lifting it up and then slamming your dace down hard into the steel steps outside the ring, leaving a splash of blood on them

Havoc_the_Slayer24: You grab my head and bash it on the steel steps! Making me bleed more! The name Jake is being shouted as I shake my head in confusion

Lucas_Miles: I bash your head into the steps again, and again. I tuck your head under my arm, then drop your head to the concrete outside the ring in a ddt. My mouth hangs open as I clutch my side but I bite back a scream from the pain. I stagger to my feet and shout for the ref to start the count as you lay on the floor.

Lucas_Miles: 1!

Lucas_Miles: 2!

Lucas_Miles: 3!

Havoc_the_Slayer24: Over and over you ram my skull on the steps. You then hook your arm on my neck and connect a dtt! Normally thu wouldn’t eve phase me but when my head hits the concrete a roll over to my back! I shake my head and I hear the count at 4 Already. I see you clutching your abs as I stand up at the count of 6!

Lucas_Miles: I was hoping to take you out quick, but you're too tough for that. As you rise, I wait for the right moment to attack. As you stand, I run and launch myself in a dropkick at you, sending you back-first into the apron. But I almost regret the dropkick as the fall rattles my bad ribs again and I take a second to stand back up

Havoc_the_Slayer24: Just as I raise up you run ask send a Dropkick square at my jaw! Mt head Snaps back as I fall on my back. I see you moan out in pain, you’re taking a risk coming back So soon. Shows how green you are in wrestling. I pull up at the count of 4 this time

Lucas_Miles: I groan as I see you standing up even faster this time. I don't want to risk another dropkick. As you rise I grab your head in one hand and pound my fist to your bloody face once, twice, the blows keep coming as I throw all 141lbs of high school wrestler at you

Havoc_the_Slayer24: You run and start to bash my head in with your fist! You target the gash on my skull making it bigger. The crowd counts how many times you punch me for a total of 20 strikes!

Lucas_Miles: Your face is covered in blood before I'm done but I finally pull my hand back, holding my fist as it hurts bad from pounding it into your hard skull so much. Amazed to see you still up, know I need to find a way to bring you down and get an idea, even though it's going to hurt. I run past you and turn, coming back before you can face me and jumping past you, grabbing your head and bringing you down with a bulldog right onto the steel chair I dropped earlier. Your skull bounces off it with a loud crash and the crowd winces. I wince too as the fall sends pain through my bruised ribs again. But as I get to my feet, the ref begins the count for you again

Havoc_the_Slayer24: Face covered in blood as I Shake my head. I see a chair in front of me as the back of ky head gets grabbed. You then connect a bulldog as my face hits the chair! “Lucas, lucas, Lucas” is being shouted. My ears are still good and i manage to pull myself to a 6 count again

Lucas_Miles: I groan again, before you can recover, I grab you. Moving your massive body feels like moving a mountain, but I manage to turn you and push you under the bottom rope and into the ring. As you start to stand in the ring, I climb to the top rope from the outside. I shout your name, and as you turn, I launch myself from the top rope. My ass slams into your chest and my legs go around your head. My whole weight on your shoulders knocks you off your feet and slams you down onto your back. The ring shakes from the impact, but I stay on top of you. I flex for the crowd while I sit on you, tongue out and cocky grin on my face for my fans. The ref orders me off of you and I roll my eyes at him before standing and letting the count start

Lucas_Miles: 1!

Lucas_Miles: 2!

Lucas_Miles: 3!

Havoc_the_Slayer24: Grabbing my head you put me back in the ring with difficulty! I pull myself up and turn around to hear my name. You leap at my body, catching me off balance as you land directly on me! Flexing over me you get off me as you go to the ring corner. I get to my feet at the count of 5 thus time

Lucas_Miles: Growling now, frustrated I can't keep you down. I reach into my wrestling trunks, pulling out something I hoped I wouldn't need. I slip the brass knuckles over my right hand and stalk towards you. Before you can stand to your full height I grab your head, pull it down, and hammer my metal knuckles to your face, a spray of blood flying across the ring

Havoc_the_Slayer24: Just as I’m on my knees you grab my hair. I see something metal in appearance on your fist as you start to hammer away at my face! Some brass knuckles add to your punches as the gash gets bigger! 10 blows later and I fall on my back shaking my head

Lucas_Miles: I stand over you, dripping sweat, chest and abs heaving. But you look worse, your face covered in blood and dripping onto the mat. "Just stay down, man!" I pant over you.

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I shake at my head, eyes fully open. I can hear you telling me to stay down but when have I ever done that? I pull myself up at the count of 8. Surprising everyone in the building especially you

Lucas_Miles: I watch in shock as you pull yourself up in the corner, but it's taking longer now. With your back to me, I hammer my brass knuckles into your lower back, delivering multiple kidney shots until you drop to your knees. I hurriedly reach under the apron and pull out two weapons. One I drop in the ring, the other I lift in two hands. Holding up the kendo stick, I take a stance behind you, with your chest still laying on the top turnbuckles. I swing the stick down hard across your back, smashing you into the corner again

Havoc_the_Slayer24:

Havoc_the_Slayer24: My back gets hit again this time by a kendo stick! I drop to the ropes and you keep on hitting my mountain of a back with a stick. I’m sure there are red marks by the time that stick snaps in two!

Lucas_Miles: I drop what's left of the stick after it shatters against your muscle. Can see you're hurting but you just won't stay down. I grab my last weapon, picking up the length of chain from the mat. I come up behind you, and wrap that chain tight around your throat, pulling back and choking you hard. Crowd is shocked how far I'm going for this match, but they haven't stood in the ring with a monster like you before

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I feel a chain on my neck as you start to pull like your life depends on it! You yell and scream as you use the middles ropes to stand on for leverage. Pulling me more and more you try and make me pass out!

Lucas_Miles: I brace myself against the ropes, putting all my weight on the chain. It pulls hard against your neck, cutting off your air, your face going purple under all that blood. Some of my boys are in the crowd and they're cheering for me to destroy you cuz they know what it will mean if I can't beat you

Havoc_the_Slayer24: My arms start to get heavy as I try and break out of the Chain. But you start to bounce on the ropes making it harder for me to get a grip on you. My face now becomes purple and red

Lucas_Miles: Veins are standing out on my arms, chest and neck as I pull as hard as I can, bending you further back, squeezing your neck even tighter. I feel you slowly giving in, your muscles getting weak, going slack. After more than a full minute of choking the life out of you, your arms slip off the ropes and you're hanging in my grip

Havoc_the_Slayer24: My arms slump down from lack of air. I feel you finally let go as the chain comes off me. I can swear I hear you fall on your back and panting as I lay slumped on the ropes

Lucas_Miles: I slip as you collapse in the corner and hit the mat, back arching as my ribs scream. I lift my head and see your body out cold, slumped in the ropes. Know this is my chance. I stand, hand over my ribs, know I need to finish this now no matter how much my body is hurting. I grab your head and pull you back, tucking your head under my arm, your face in my pit. It takes every bit of strength I have, but I force you out of the corner, keeping you bent backwards. When I get you near center ring, I look to the crowd, putting on a cocky face with my tongue out despite the sweat pouring off me. I raise my hand and drag a thump across my throat. I grab your arm and spin us fast, swinging you around and bringing you down in a neckbreaker that smashes you to the mat. I scream as my ribs explode with pain when they hit the mat, but I roll away, staggering to my feet as the ref begins to count you

Havoc_the_Slayer24: A hand gets put on my head. And the I smell the faint scent of sweat. I hear a struggle groan to keep my body arch. The next thing I feel is a thumb over mt throat before a neckbreaker hits my body! I hear the crowd cheer as I open my eyes to see the lights above. Hearing the number 7 I shake at my head and roll over. Slowly I get to the number 9 as I rest on the ring corner.

Lucas_Miles: I shake my head, not believing you can get up after that. I lean out of the ring, holding my side, and reach for the same chair to bring into the ring. I come up to you in the corner, chest heaving and sweat pouring. I raise the chair even with the pain in my side and smash it down on your skull. "Just... stay... down..." I gasp as I smash you twice more

Havoc_the_Slayer24: Another hit to my skull with the chair, denting it even more! The next strike is weaker but it does the job as i rest on the ring corner

Lucas_Miles: I toss the chair, huffing as I try to put you down. I turn and run to the far corner, then run back, jumping up and driving a knee to your face, knocking you back into the corner. I see you slumping there, covered in blood, barely upright. I remember how you crushed me in the corner the first time, and I smile. I back up, then run at your and launch myself at you, throwing my body into yours as payback

Havoc_the_Slayer24: A knee comes at my chin and my head snaps back to the ring corner. You come at me as fast as you can with a body avalanche of your own. I hear you breath Harshly as you stop to rest your body on mine. Seems these abs of yours are FAR from being stable

Lucas_Miles: I stagger back, wincing at the pain in my ribs, but see you sagging and helpless, some of your blood on my chest. I grab the chain and wrap it around my fist. I climb up to the middle rope, pinning you in the corner, my cock near your face. I look out at the crowd, smiling, muscles shining with sweat under the lights. I raise my chain covered fist, and with my other hand I smack your face, waiting for you to open your eyes. When you do, I hammer down onto your skull with the chained fist. I hit again and again, your blood splattering up onto my abs and chest as I keep raining fists and metal down on you

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I feel your hand slap my face several times. I see your fist come down at me and strike me. This tie it’s in a steel chain as you hammer away at my skull. After 20 blows your raise you hands up and flex for everyone! I pull up one of my fist and send a jab at the side of your ribs!

Lucas_Miles: Your huge fist slams my ribs and I bend over double and scream, my ribs in worse shape from just one shot

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I lift your legs up and put them on my shoulder I then connect with a powerbomb! Your head whiplashes on the ring floor as you hold onto it. I stand over you a bit out of breath as I rub the blood of my face. Impressed at how far you were willing to go for a rematch. I mean you’re not even at 100%

Havoc_the_Slayer24:

Lucas_Miles: After all that punishment, you're able to pick me up and smash me down to the mat like I got hit by a car. My body flops on the mat as I hold my head, not able to move. My boys in the crowd are shouting for me to get up

Havoc_the_Slayer24: The ref is on a count of 3 right now. I stay in the ring corner curios if you can even stand up. One blow and you’re down for the count it seems

Lucas_Miles: I roll around, hearing the count, but every time I try to move my ribs feel like breaking. By the count of 5 I got my feet under me, by 7 I get to one knee. I whimper at 9 as I force myself to stand, legs shaking from the pain ad exhaustion

Havoc_the_Slayer24: You stand up at the count of 9, legs shaking as you use the ring corner. That’s a bad place for you to be as I run and ram my shoulder on your injured abs!

Havoc_the_Slayer24:

Lucas_Miles: I fold in half over you, my mouth hanging open, air crushed out of me. Legs feel like jelly, know I'll fall if you let me

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I scoop you up, letting your Body drape itself on my shoulder before I hit you with a spinebuster! I stand over you, letting the ref start the count

Lucas_Miles: I lay rigid on the mat, veins standing out in my neck as the extreme pain makes my muscles lock up. I hear the count but don't know if I can move. By 5 I've only managed to roll over. 6. I flop over towards the ropes. 7. I hook one arm over the middle rope. 8. I grab the top rope. 9. I manage to lift my ass off the mat, and the ref stops the count

Havoc_the_Slayer24: You start to get up, barely making it to 9. I grab your arms and whiplash you to the other ropes. As tou come back I send a hard fist to your gut! The sound of your coughing out badly is mixed with your screams!

Havoc_the_Slayer24:

Lucas_Miles: I collapse to the mat as my body caves in around your fist, I roll and squirm, pain overwhelming me as it feels like a rib has broken

Havoc_the_Slayer24: Dragging you to the ring corner I put my foot onto the Chest and abs as I stand over you. This time I can stand as long as I’d like. 369 lbs on you as the crowd boos at me. After a whole minute I get off you

Havoc_the_Slayer24:

Lucas_Miles: I scream at first but then all the air is crushed out of me. I struggle and squirm punching at your boots but not able to move you. After a minute it feels like more is broken inside me and my struggles are getting weaker

Havoc_the_Slayer24: You cough and gasp for what little air is in you. Laying you on your back I drop an elbow on your chest! I get a good look at your eyes bulging out in pain! When I stand over your body I shove you out the ring. Your body hits the concrete floor as the ref starts the count

Lucas_Miles: I slam to the concrete floor after taking an elbow from you. I hear the count, my body protesting as I try to rise. I hear some fans calling my name, trying to get me back in the fight. I manage to get to my feet at 9, facing into the crowd, seeing my friends from school watching with worry

Havoc_the_Slayer24: When I step out the ring you’re already at the count of 9. To keep you busy I send another fist at your abs!

Havoc_the_Slayer24: While you’re reeling in pain I go and grad the ring bell. When I come back I bash it on your skull!

Lucas_Miles: I'm hanging on the barricade in front of the first row, face twisted up in pain. I can't move in time to get away before the bell slams into my face, my head knocking back and my body hanging even more

Havoc_the_Slayer24: You’re body drapes in the barricades some do your fans trying to wake you up. Fortunately I have just the way to do so. I pull you in close to me and scoop you up in my arms. Your body facing away from me as I run and ram your abs on the steel ring post!

Havoc_the_Slayer24:

Lucas_Miles: I flail in your arms, gasping and spitting in pain as my busted ribs cave from the impact. I'm seeing spots and not able to breathe. Moy boys are shouting at you to drop me, hoping I can get out of this without anything else breaking

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I hold up and parade around the outside of the ring for Everyone to see their hero. When I’m done parading I lift you up and ram you with a gut buster! Your body drapes over my knee before I stand up and let the ref beginning his count

Lucas_Miles: I collapse to the floor. My friend is shouting for me to just stay down as the ref counts. I shake my head weakly. By 7, I manage to brace myself on the step, by 9, I lean on them enough the ref stops. I turn to face you, tongue out in a weak smile, "You don't have what it takes to break me."

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I can’t tell if you’re insane or desperate. Maybe both. You even taunt me as you get up. Once you’re up on your feet I grab your head and bash it on the ring apron! 1,2,3,4,5 times your head collides with the hardest part of the ring! I then toss and fling yoir body on the ring barricade! You land harshly as you lay on there

Havoc_the_Slayer24:

Lucas_Miles: I'm practically unconscious before you even throw me at the barricade. It slides back, the crowd flinching away as I hang there, sweat running down my body and a bit of drool hanging from my open mouth. One guy shakes my shoulder, "You okay, man?" He gets no response, but the ref can't start the count while I'm hanging there

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I tower over your limp body. Putting you in a gorilla press slam I fling you back in the ring. When i step back in your body is twitching and still on the floor. I roll you over on your back run to the ropes and jump to hit you with a body splash!

Lucas_Miles: My body jerks from the splash, and I lay trapped under you, but the ref can't start the count until you're off me. For now there's nothing he can do. I lay still, moaning, ribs on fire

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I stand over you and put my foot on your abs ans step over you like a door mat! 369lbs Already bruising your injured abs

Lucas_Miles: Pain forces me back to full consciousness as I scream and roll onto my side. The ref begins the count. I struggle, unable to stand. I reach the ropes by 3, barely able to pull myself up them, but by 7 I'm nearly off the mat. At 9, the ref reluctantly stops the count as I'm barely up

Havoc_the_Slayer24: You struggle to rise to your feet. I walk to you and walk you to the ring corner. Resting your body there I raise my fist up and begin to hammer away at your abs! I score some left and right punches to your abs. My fist digging into your skin with every blow

Lucas_Miles: Can't even scream as I'm hanging on the ropes, all the air beaten out of me. Can feel my busted ribs bending and screaming, abs turning purple from all the abuse they've been taking. Spit flying from my lips with every punch as my body rocks back and forth in the corner

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I keep on hitting your abs over and over. I stop to trip your feet and make you fall on the bottom ropes. I let your head drape there as I run to the other side of the ring. Coming back I ram my boot to your face! Everyone winces at the sound!

Havoc_the_Slayer24:

Lucas_Miles: You nearly tear my head off with that kick, my neck almost breaking from the force as you bent me back over the ropes. I flop limp in the corner, eyes rolling up in my head

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I crotch down and see your face is limp. I gently slap your face “aw to much for you little man?” Taunting you as I grab your leg and drag you to the center of the ring

Lucas_Miles: I barely mumble a reply as you drag me. I can't respond, can barely move. Fans shouting for you to drop me, let the ref count

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I reach and start to rip your bandages off. Piece by piece I eventually see my handiwork. Your abs have red and purple sore spots. I pull you up letting everyone see how bad it is. Then I position you and apply an abdominal stretch on you!

Havoc_the_Slayer24:

Lucas_Miles: I let out an agonized scream as you put me in the worst move for my condition. I scream and struggle but I can't break free. I couldn't even submit if I wanted to, I just have to wait until you drop me. My struggles slow and weaken. Hanging in your grip, moaning in pain

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I keep on stretching your abs. Letting the bruise more, I raise one hand and put your abs and start to squeeze at it! I let your screams of agony let the crowd now how injured you’re getting

Lucas_Miles: My core is one big bruise now, looking like I've been hit with a car or worked over with a hammer. I try one last time to break free, but all I can do is flail uselessly in your grip, not budging you an inch

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I finally let you go, letting your body land on my feet. You hold onto your abs and try and gasp for what little air you can muster. Inhaling and exhaling must be agonizing for you right now

Lucas_Miles: I whimper with every breath. Hurts to breathe, hurts to move, hurts to stay still. I start to tremble. My boys in the crowd are yelling at you to drop me

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I toss you on the ropes and when you come back I catch you and hit you with a Samoan drop! 369 lbs slamming on your body as I look to see you flailing around like an injured fish!

Havoc_the_Slayer24:

Lucas_Miles: I writhe on the mat, feet kicking, holding my abs and screaming

Havoc_the_Slayer24:

Havoc_the_Slayer24: You roll around with your abs worse than ever. Grabbing you by the hair I lift you to your feet. I hear you moan and groan as I keep you on your feet. I lift you up and hoist you on my shoulders. Having you in a torture rack position, I start to rack you up and down violently!

Lucas_Miles: I scream repeatedly as you bend me further and further into the rack, folding me in half over your shoulder. My midsection is all bruised up and it feels like several ribs are broken. I scream until my throat it raw and I think I can taste blood

Havoc_the_Slayer24: Squatting you up and down your screams get mixed with the sound of you coughing up blood. Your arms and legs flail around as I have you in this brutal rack!

Lucas_Miles: Fans are almost panicking as I flail on top of you, blood now leaking from my lips. I look like I've been in an accident, body all bruises and blood. I cough, and more blood paints my face

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I let you go as your body hits the ring floor. Standing over you I let the ref start his count “1!”

Lucas_Miles: I lay on the mat, not totally still. My body twitches and convulses. I cough more blood and fight for every breath, face red and head swimming. I hear someone talking, but can't hear the words. Everything starts to go dark as I finally go limp on the mat by the 8 count

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I crotch down and hover over your body as the count continues. Your body inhale and exhales looks to take a lot of effort. Once I hear the 10 count the match is finally over. The crowd boos at me, having abused this kid again. I leave you to lay in your own blood

Lucas_Miles: I lay covered in blood and sweat, not able to get up. The paramedics come to the ring and tell the ref I need to go to the hospital. The ref helps them lift me and I'm half carried from the ring as I try to limp away, the crowd still giving up some applause for the hero who fought so hard. Couple of my bros from the high school wrestling team come backstage to try and help me out

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I start making my way to the locker room when I see a tv and people are carrying you out the ring. I admire my handiwork on how brutal I broke you. But somehow, I feel unsatisfied. I turn around and start to march my way back, when I see you though I pick up the speed. I then charge and hit you with a spear!

Havoc_the_Slayer24:

Lucas_Miles: My friends are telling me I'll be okay once they get me to the hospital. Suddenly something slams into me and it feels like I'm back in the ring getting my ribs crushed. I crash to the floor, everyone around shouting

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I fling everyone away, refs, paramedic and even your friends it doesn’t matter. A warning that I’m not done with you. I sit on you And start to ram your face with my fist over and over again!

Lucas_Miles: I look up in time to see you, then your weight crushes me, smashing my ruined ribs. Your fist smashes my face over and over. My vision starts going black, blood covers my face, the floor, and your hand. My eyes swell shut, my nose breaks, and my lips are split as you massacre me outside the ring

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I force you to stand just so I can slam your face in the concrete walls in the hallway! As you fall to the ground I grab your arm and drag you. Once we get to an open space I lift you back up and toss you to a cart that has a bunch of camera equipment!

Lucas_Miles: I'm practically dead weight in your grip. Leaving a blood trail as you drag me. You toss me to a cart and my teammate comes up behind you and grabs your arm, "Leave him alone, man! You already won!"

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I feel someone grab my arm and when I see it’s your bud I send a punch to his face! I send a few more to anyone else who’s crazy enough to get in my way. I make my way to you and scoop you up in my arms. Your body is a lifeless husk as I ram you into another set of equipment!

Lucas_Miles: I collapse in a heap. I try to crawl away, dripping blood as I go. Body is shaking and can't stay up, trembling from pain and exhaustion

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I see the locker room and drag you inside. Once you’re i I close and lock the room behind us, making sure no one can interrupt this. When I turn around you’re crawling away from me to the lockers

Lucas_Miles: Don't know where I'm going, just trying to get away, in so much pain and know I'm hurt bad.

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I check my surroundings and realize no one else is here. To make you remember this day I roll you on your back and reach for your trunks. I slowly pull them off you as I reveal your cock to me

Lucas_Miles: I gasp as I feel my trunks sliding off, my 9 inch cock freed and on display

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I pull out my 12 inch cock and start to rub it on yours. I hold you down as I rub them more and more

Lucas_Miles: I moan, my cock growing hard despite everything you've done to me tonight

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I lay on your crushing your tiny and bruised body. Mt huge body envelopes you as I grind our cocks together

Lucas_Miles: "Fuuuck," I whimper, my cock rick hard and leaking even as you put pressure on my destroyed ribs

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I position my legs on top of yours. I the insert my cock into your ass and begin to ram you! I wasn’t gentle when we fought, definitely not gonna be gentle for this

Lucas_Miles: I scream as you split me wide open, small body shaking under you with your thrusts

Havoc_the_Slayer24: Each thrust hurts more as it makes your ribs move. You moan out various screams of pain as I fuck you hard and good under my weight. I thrust you more and more, the sound of my cock hitting your ass fills the locker room

Lucas_Miles: Nothing I can do but take it as your massive cock tears me up. I wasn't able to walk after our match, but now I won't be walking for weeks

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I ram your injured body with more vigor. Burying my cock in you as you cry in pain. “Who’s your daddy” I whisper into your ear as I fuck you, beginning to precum inside you

Lucas_Miles: I moan and whimper under you. I want to fight back, to resist, to not give you what you want, but I still whisper, "You are..."

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I lick lips at hearing you say those words “such a good boy you are” I whisper in your ear. Ramming you harder, “oh if everyone could see their hero now. What would they think of you I wonder?” I smirk.

Lucas_Miles: I shake my head, lowering it, knowing I let everyone down who thought I stood a chance against you

Havoc_the_Slayer24: I smirk at you so broken “aw did I make my son sad? Oh don’t worry though this” thrust. “Will” thrust “be” thrust “OUR” THRUST “SECRET!!!” I stop to full explode my cum inside you

Lucas_Miles: I moan as your monster cock fills me up, your massive balls pumping my guts full of cum

Havoc_the_Slayer24: When I pull out, my cock twitch’s and is covered in cum. Your ass leaks my cum as I broken you’ve. I pull both our trunks up as I stand up and force you to your feet. You rest your head on my chest. “I’ll fight you over and over again. Wherever whenever you want kid. But remember. YOU. ARE. MINE!!!” I reinforce my statement I give your abs a solid gut punch that forces you on your knees. “And you’ll be mine until the day you manage to beat me” I say as I walk out the locker room!

Lucas_Miles: I collapse to my knees, shaking, barely breathing, cum still leaking from my ass. I try to make sense of your words, delirious from the pounding I've been taking all night. Will I have to fight you again? What will you do to me next time? I collapse in bloody, sweaty, cum-covered heap on the locker room floor before blacking out