Gym Fights

 

Stud_Tom: I'm called to the arena and wearing only a small white towel around my waist I start to make my way down a dimly lit corridor that leads to the underground wrestling arena, where a small but noisy crowd awaits me, and I hope I can give them the hot naked oil match they have paid good money to see.

Stud_Tom: Before I enter the room I throw away the towel and enter naked, my cock semi hard in anticipation of the match ahead, and the crowd cheer as they see me. I make my way to the wrestling ring, "Your first fighter standing at 6 foot  and weighing in at 190 pounds Stud Tom!". The crowd cheer as I enter the ring and two of them who had won a competition earlier follow me and spray my body with oil as I pose and greet the crowd. I see in the back bets been taken and my sleazy manager placing a few. The ref asks the two happy punters to leave the ring and I'm handed a bottle and I finish oiling myself, letting the oil cover my whole body.

 

Price: This tournament has been fun so far with a mix of matches from technical to theatrical. Every match has been a hit challenge and I’ve conquered some and feel short in just as many. But that how wrestling is— on any given day a man can rise to greatest potential to grind his way to a win or fall short in his quest. But when I got the text from the small arena with its sorted history I was excited. Grant it, a huge part of excitement was due to my opponent. Stud Tom. Or STD I like to call him. Normally when you toss the word stud before your name, I’m gonna take you as vain, self-absorbed guy who likely might fall a bit short of that self imposed titled. But every inch of Tom is a stud. He’s hands down the most handsome guy in the tournament — apologies to you other hot men, somehow STD rises above this pack of 8’s, 9’s and 10’s. Tom is hot. And he’s built. And damn it, he’s a fun guy to banter with. And I’d risk a communicable disease to have a romp with him.

Price: I strut into the arena’s locker room door in a wife beater and gym shorts. I’m pumped from a morning workout and I know I look solid as I’m sporting some new muscle and a bigger size. At 27, I’d shed those boyish good looks and lean muscle to grow into mature looking 5’9” 195 pound man. Sure, my face may not meet Tom’s chiseled good looks, but I’m also not repulsive. (As if I’d think that). I find my locker. I strip down and check myself out in the mirror. And I’m proud of my hard work. It wasn’t easy get here and in this age of Ai body enhancement, I’m proud to have built up my body on my own. I douse a little oil across my physique and head out into the arena. I hear the crowd reacting to you. It’s enthusiastic. Supportive. And these horny fuckers are ready for a match. I burst thru the doors and slowly walk down the aisle high 5ing the bastards who shelled out a couple hundred dollars a seat to enjoy and stroke to STD and I locking horns. I enter the ring and instead of just sizing you up. I walk over. No need for a handshake. I embrace you. I give you a big hug. Or naked bodies grind together. Muscle in muscle. Hard cock to hard cock. And the crowd goes wild. The ref separates us and we stand in the center of the ring. I nod and the crowd all reach under their seats to grab the gifts I sent to the arena. Super soaker water guns in the shape of giant penises filled with oil are now being used to fire oil across our muscled bodies. We stand their posing. Flexing. And getting more and pumped to get this match going. The crowd is firing at us and breaking only to toss more money into the pool as they cast their bets.

Price: I slap your firm hot ass— “let’s do this man! “

Stud_Tom: I look you over and smirk, my hard cock twitches as I take in your hot oil covered body, it glistens under the lights, showing off your toned and fit body, this will be fun I think to myself. You slap me hard on and the ass, and the crowd cheer and I blow you a kiss as I grab my crotch and thrust it towards you... the excitement in the room growing. The ref give us his final instructions and we both nod as he calls for the bell to be rung.. .

 

Stud_Tom: The crowd roar in excitement as we start to circle each other in the ring, both looking for and opening, my arms slightly in front of me in a defensive stance, we have not fought each other, and whilst we know our reputations as great sex fighters we both are hesitant at the start, no wanting to rush into a mistake. The ref urges us on... "FIGHT!!" he commands.... "lets the games begin" I mouth to you as I bounce from one foot to another... looking and glaring at you ... then I take a step towards and fein a hard slap, and quickly swap legs and send a hard calf kick hoping to connect with your leg foremost leg. ..

Price: We circle each other intent on finding the right move and opportunity. Our eyes locked on each other as we try to assess our styles. It’s important to get a read on you. I fake a take down attempt but dart back and continue to crotch into my position. You send a kick to the half. But I take it. It’s more of an annoyance. As you put that foot down I back up and quickly drop down and wrap both arms around your knees as I go for a double leg takedown attempt. With both arms around you I drive my shoulder into your lower quad as I pull your shins in closer to me.

Stud_Tom: My kick lands, but I fail to put much force behind it, it’s still early and I’m not surprised that it doesn’t affect you much.. You show your strength and agility as you move for a double leg takedown and try to close my shins together.

Stud_Tom: I resist and quickly move my feet so they are sideways to you, then roll my shoulder over and shoot my hand through the gap between our hips as I front roll taking you with me, landing on your front, I hip heist and crab walk to your side and wrap my arms around you. The crowd cheer the counter move, and I tighten my grip around you, trying to link my hands together at the front for my next move.. 

Price: You defend nice nicely on my takedown attempt and roll your body out of the way to get me in a solid side mount.  You then reach your hand around my waist trying to lock in a grip to likely hip wrench me over. But I use my thickly muscled legs to pivot to the side so I can push my back into your shoulder and pecs. As I roll into your hold, I’m able to get you off your center of gravity and push you to your side. I’m able to roll out and I stay on all fours. I lunge forward and wrap my arm around your neck to get you in a front headlock. I then pivot to your side to get side control.

Stud_Tom: You show your skill as you quickly attack and get me in a side control, the crowd cheer as they see two skilled wrestlers entertain them. I take a moment then move to counter as I put my hand onto your hip pushing hard, giving me some space beneath you, as I then shrimp quickly from under you and roll out to escape. I get to my feet and back away, catching my breath and watching you carefully… “Nice Price, shall we continue” I say smiling.

Price: We match each other well and the crowd is loving to see fast paced methodical action. You counter and twist as our hands slide across each others bodies as we attempt to lock in a hold and defend on the other man’s moves. I feel you slipping free. I’m not concerned as we are just minutes into the fight. We’re still in the testing stage. I get into position as you escape and get to my knees. Like you, I roll to the side. I get to my feet and smirk. “I always like a good reboot Tommy”. I hit my stance. Fake a take down attempt and come with a big hard elbow to your exposed abs.

Stud_Tom: You stand up as the crowd row as pose and show off your strong body, and I take up my stance and pose as well, smirking at you,  as I look over your hot sexy body.

 

Stud_Tom: I watch you closely and then you step in and fein a take down and I'm about to react and get ready to counter when you hit me with your elbow across my strong abs... I grunt and stagger back, smiling at you, as I rub my abs... "good Price" then I move back towards you and slam my forearm hard across your chest, the sound echoes round, to cheers from the small crowd .. "but two can play that game" I say ... posing again for the crowd trying to win them over to my side.

Price: You take the hit and the crowd reacts. I smirk knowing you’re gonna retaliate in some way. I bounce my pecs suggesting them to a be a target. As I flex you send a forearm into them with a big thwack. The sound of flesh on muscle resounds through the small arena. I stand my ground grab your wrist and duck under it twisting it up behind your back. “Maybe playtime is over buttercup”. I pull up roughly as I step behind you tugging your wrist up between your shoulder blades

Stud_Tom: As I pose for the crowd you take your opportunity, seeing me distracted, to grab my wrist and quickly put me in a painful hammerlock, I grunt in pain, looking left then right, trying to think of a way to escape the hold... the crowd cheer wildly as I struggle, and I stamp my foot on the canvass as I feel the pain level rising, but you have me firmly in your grasp as the ref checks me over, darn I think my showboating has got me into trouble again.

Price: As you bask in the cheers of the crowd I’m able to slow you down with a nice tight hammerlock. I work your muscled delt to try to inflict some pain/‘d create a potential weakness on that hot muscled body. “Relax Tom. I promise not to hurt you too much.” I grunt in your ear. “You’re far too handsome and fuckable for that.” I thrust my quads and hips against your glutes as I punctuate my statement. I crank up the hold and and press your abs into the turnbuckle as I gain control. The crowd is just as into this match as we are!

Stud_Tom: Pushed into the turnbuckle as you crank up the pressure on my arm, I grunt in pain, and take moment to catch my breath as the crowd cheer and the ref looks on, and I make sure the ref sees where my other hand is, firmly gripping the ropes, which I shake for emphasis ... "break, beak!" he shouts at you.

Price: You latch onto the ropes and the ref tells us to break. I release the hold and playfully slap that hot muscled ass as I back up. “That’s holding up nicely Tom”. I smirk as I get into my stance and allow you to shake out that arm.

Stud_Tom: You release me and I move away from the corner rubbing and stretching my sore arm, trying to get some feeling back into it. The ref calls for us to continue the match, but for now I'm content on keeping my distance, watching you, plotting and thinking of the moves ahead, as the crowd start to cheer loudly urging us to lock up again. I give my arm once last shake them turn to face you, and raise my hands and beckon you on "Let's see how long you will hold up Pricey boi" I say, smirking at you.

Price: I smirk. I move into you. “ likely I’ll last very long”. I lace my fingers with yours. Our palms already a bit sweaty as we tighten up our grip. Your height advantage is a bit more noticeable in this position but I plant my legs. Drive my heels into the canvas and I now move in as our pecs now grind together. I feel your muscles flex and see your delts and traps constrict. I blow you a kiss as I start to bear down into you. Our bodies locked together as we do a hand lock. The crowd totally getting into it.

 

Stud_Tom: We lock up and the crowd roar approval and I feel you pressure down on me, see your biceps bulge as you show me your strength. I grunt and groan and move to counter, but as I do I get a twinge of pain from my arm, the arm you had in your painful hammerlock, and I feel the pain level rising. And the more I try to counter the more painful it gets, eventually I can take no more and I drop to one knee in pain, as you overpower me and the crowd urge you on.

Price: I grin and flex as I push you down to your knee. I see that grimace and I know you’re feeling that this match is totally all on my side. I continue to exert my power and get you down on your second knee. I beam in pride but I know I need to be careful. You aren’t the guy to just crack under pressure. My hands push you down reverently on your knees. “Giving up so soon?” I ask as I drive a knee into your chin as I now try to make sure I have the momentum.

Stud_Tom: The sound in the small fighting underground arena seems to be growing, as I feel you start to dominate me with your power, and I try and think of a way to counter , to slow you down, to give myself a chance to catch my breath, but I know this is not likely to happen. You look down at me and ask if I was giving in so soon, and before I can reply you send your knee hard into my jaw, and I fly back and collapse on my back onto the floor semi conscious, the ref checking I'm ok, and happy I am signals the match to continue, as I shake my head trying to clear my blurred vision, wow I think that was some blow.

Price: You drop back from the knee to the chin and I snarl as I see it was even more effective than I imagined it would be. The ref checks you out as the small crowd erupts in cheers. I stay in close. I grab a handful of hair. I yank you up to you knees and press your face into my quads. I flex them up and pull you to your feet and can’t resist a quick intense kiss on those far too sexy lips of yours. I then wrap my arms around your waist and pull you up into a nice tight bearhug pressing your chiseled muscles against mine.

Stud_Tom: You lift me up by the hair and quickly wrap your strong arms around me for a bearhug, lifting me, and I moan in pain, then wrap my legs around you and push down with my hands on your shoulder, putting my full weight onto you, my body covered in oil, makes it nice an slippery and I push myself up more, me feet wrapped around your inner thighs..

Price: I lock you up and you quickly wrap those long strong legs around my waist. I strain but continue to bear hug you as my back flexes and arms dig into your sides. You grab onto my shoulders and push up more and more. Our sweaty bodies make the hole more challenging as you slide against me. Try as I may, it’s just not enough to hold you. My arms slip off you as you clamp onto my waist and free your upper body

Stud_Tom: I take a deep breath as I feel my upper body come free, but you still have a firm hold of me, but now I place my hand on the back of your head and pull it towards me, then wrap my other arm around your head with my hand going under your chin as I move to lock in a front guillotine choke hold, and I start to squeeze applying more and more pressure on your head and neck.

Price: Never would I expect you to convert a simple bear hug into something potentially dangerous FOR ME. You use this position of defense and quickly turn it into a solid offensive move. Your hand pushes me face forward and you lock in a front guillotine. I feel your impressive biceps flex. I strain to breathe slightly as you grind in the hold. I push my hand up into your forearm as I try to pry you off me. Somewhat aware of our position in the ring to push you backwards into the turnbuckle hoping it can loosen the grip.

Stud_Tom: You push me into the turnbuckle and I give a small yelp of pain as I bite my lips trying to concentrate on my next move, feeling you have let go of your bearhug, one arm trying to pry mine off you, but that I'm still in control and I let my feet touch the matt as I relax my tight grip around your head and neck slightly, then move away from the corner post bringing you with me, turning you, so you're facing the centre of the ring, as with my arm around your neck move to your side facing the other direction, then I push off and jump backwards taking you with me as I DDT you into the canvass, the ring shakes as you hit.

 

Price: Pissed at myself for not thinking my move through but I give you credit for a solid defense on it. You maintain control but I prep for a hip toss but you surprise me again with a quick turn and a powerful ddt that slams me face first into the canvas. The crowd gasps as I land hard to the mat. I keep my wits about me as I wrap my feet around the bottom rope. The ref steps in. “ break break”.

19:50 Stud_Tom: The ref calls break and I roll away and get up, shoving the ref aside I drag you up by the hair, and wrap my arms around your waist, and then making sure my back is towards the centre of the ring, I launch backwards pushing hard with my legs as I perform a belly to belly suplex sending you flying over me and landing with a thud on your back in the centre of the ring. The crows roar with approval, loving the hot action as the ref tells me off and I smirk at him.

 

Price: The momentum has shifted your way quickly. I welcome the break as go to catch my breathe but you ignore and pull me up by my hair. My sweaty muscles get pull into your body. You wrap those arms around me and drive an elbow to your abs but you launch us into a suplex that once again pounds me in ti the canvas. The crowd is on their feet as you continue to keep control. This match is not going my way. But I know I can turn it around.

Stud_Tom: I'm on my feet in a flash and grab your legs as you lay there in some discomfort and pull you to the centre of the ring and then I raise them up and move my leg between them, looking and smiling at the crowd, as I cross your legs around mine as I crouch, with one of your feet under my armpit as I go for a Bret Heart Sharp shooter, starting to lean back applying more pressure onto your back. "ask him ref!!!" I shout. I have a big smile on my face and I can't resist showboating again, looking round the small arena and smirking at the crowd, as they shout at you to fight back. 

 

Price: You pull me into one of those showy pro moves with a catchy name. The old sharp shooter. I grunt and slam my palms down on the canvas as you tell the ref to ask me. Sure you’re working my back. I’ll admit there’s pain. But it’s wrestling for chrissake and it’s suppose to hurt. The ref slides down. Looks at my grimacing face and asks. “You ok to go on Price”. I shake my head. Plant my hands and push up my upper body but at the sam time I use my muscled legs to to push back pulling on your arms as I thrust you face first into the canvas. I slide forward, turn to face you, grabbing your left ankle and pulling your leg up into your glutes as I mount on your body and shove my forearm down across you neck. “No ref. I’m good. But feel free to ask STD how that leg is feeling”.

Stud_Tom: You counter and move quick, my leg and body in pain, I'm not sure what I have done, but I can't feel my leg, I know it's over as the crowd cheer wildly seeing you take the upper hand, the pain getting to much for me "I give ref, I give!!" I shout wanting it to stop now, cursing myself for losing concentration with my showboating.

Price: Stunned by the tap out. I almost don’t believe it. But I listen and let it sink in. I release the hold. I stand up and in a show of sportsmanship I offer my hand to to help you up. “Shame it’s not over just yet Tom.” I smirk. “Best of three? Remind the guys of what it takes to win this one…”.