Wrestling Club Paradise

 Alex Titus

I arrive tonight for the Lights Out Lounge Special Friday Day Show. Recently a rival who I've met in competition several times in the past has joined the Lights Out Lounge Family. He requested that I be his Lights Out Debut opponent. Of course I accept - I am up 5 fight to 2 in our feud. I head to the Lights Out Lounge locker room and change into my black square cuts and amateur wrestling shoes with my army green Lights Out tank.

I wait back stage until I hear my name called. "........our first competitor, hailing from Miami at 5'9" and 219 pounds, welcome Alex "THE MUSCLE" Titus to the ring." As my entrance music fills the Lights Out Arena. I make my way down the entrance ramp.

3:07 PM:  Alex Titus

A volley cheers and applause rise up from the crowd as I hit the ring and slide in. I continue to flex as I slide into my corner and wait on my opponent to arrive.

 Devil Fighter

After having already lost to Alex Titus five times and secured only two victories of my own, I realized that he, too, belongs to the Lights Out Federation. This gave me a reason to face him in my debut match. I challenged him, and he accepted. We agreed on a match where the winner would be the first to score at least three victories, decided solely by knockout or submission. The winner would then be free to do whatever he pleased with the loser, including sexual acts.

That evening, I head to the arena and go straight to the locker room to prepare for the fight. I’m quite nervous, hoping I can defeat Alex Titus today, or at least narrow the gap between us. Over the loudspeakers, I hear Alex Titus being announced to the ring. The crowd goes wild, cheering him on. After a short while, I hear my own name called out. "Let’s welcome Alex Titus’s challenger, Devil Fighter from Germany, standing 6'4" and weighing 238 lbs!" I step through the curtain and make my way to the ring, shaking hands with a few spectators along the way. Upon arriving at ringside, I see Alex Titus already inside, warming up for the bout. I roll into the ring and head straight to my corner to stretch my muscles and warm up as well. I stare at Alex and notice he has built even more muscle. There isn't an ounce of fat on his body. Today, I have to finally capitalize on my height advantage against him, so I signal to the referee that I’m ready for the fight.

   

 Alex Titus

The crowd swells in volume as we are both now in the ring. We are then called to the center of the ring by the referee. We lock eyes. I'm excited to get this Muscle Stud back int he ring again. I've taken him down 5 times in the past and intend for tonight to be NUMBER SIX. Continue to stare you down as we stand face to face in the center of the ring. This Muscle Boy is densely packed with more strength and skill then the last time we met in action.  I raise my biceps to give you a little glimpse of that. Then I extend my hand and offer a handshake in good faith before we start the match.

 Devil Fighter

You stand confidently in your corner, well aware that you’ve beaten me five times already, while I’ve only beaten you twice. The referee calls us to the center of the ring to go over the rules, rules we both know all too well. I look down into your eyes, and you look up at me with a grin. I still find it hard to grasp that I’ve lost five times to this much smaller guy. I hold back, not wanting to provoke you, and this time I don’t call you "shorty." You extend your hand, and I offer mine, wishing each other a fair fight. Then I return to my corner and you to yours. The referee rings the bell, signaling the start of the match. I step slowly out of my corner and circle you like a hungry lion closing in on its prey.

 Alex Titus

You accept my gesture and we shake hands out of respect for one another. But that will be the last moment of calm between us. From here on out it’s going to be relentless offense from me. Tonight this Muscle Wrestler is going to show you an improved and much faster paced game. After we return to our corners the referee calls for the bell. 🔔 and the match is off. We stalk each other . Then I raise my arms and slide toward you appearing to go for a collar and elbow lock up. But just before we tie up, I leap off the mat high into the air and drive my boots into your pecs with a big Double Drop kick to start us off.

 Devil Fighter

I’ve faced you in the ring a few times, so I know your preferred moves. You come toward me and raise your arms. I don't trust you, especially since I'm much bigger than you. I see you launch yourself into the air to hit me with a dropkick. I dodge, and you leap into empty space, landing hard on the canvas. I immediately go on the attack and drop down, landing a leg drop across your throat.

 Alex Titus

I fly into the air and ready to connect with your thick pecs. But I only connect with air as you dodge my Dropkick attempt and I fall to the mat. I hit the mat and then start to roll to get some distance between us. I'm over onto my back and look up to see your massive thigh careening toward my throat. I try to roll out of the path of your leg but you are dropping in too fast. You leg slams across my throat with your big Leg Drop. My body bucks and flops back to the mat after impact.

My leg drop hit its mark, and you’re flat on the ground again. I immediately wrap my strong legs, though they aren't nearly as strong as yours, around your neck and squeeze tight, pinning your arms to the floor with my hands. "Alex, you often start by trying to land a dropkick. But I saw right through you this time!" Sitting on my backside behind you and intensifying the pressure of my legs against your neck, I say with a grin, "Let's see if you can wriggle out of this, or if the first point goes to me!"

 Alex Titus

 Devil Fighter

I have a firm grip on you and hope I can force you to give up. But you wriggle like an eel, and suddenly, a kick from you catches me on the temple. Slightly dazed, I release my hold and roll away to clear my head. I shake my head and slowly pull myself back up using the ropes.

  Alex Titus

My kick succeeds and hits you square in the temple. You release the hold and roll away. I quickly scramble back to my feet and watch you slowly pull yourself back up to your feet, using the ropes. I launch in behind you and wrap my arms around your waist. Then lean back and lift to try to yank you off the ropes and throw you backwards with a big Back Suplex.

 Devil Fighter

I’m still slightly dazed from the kick to my temple when you quickly get back up and move behind me to rip me free from the ropes, then throw me onto the hard canvas with a back suplex, leaving me writhing in pain. You’ve already got the upper hand again, and I just can’t believe it.

1:31 PM:  Alex Titus

You are laid out and writing in pain after the back suplex. I'm quick to scramble back up to your feet and you remain down the mat at my feet. "Let me give you a hand." I grab you by the hair to haul you back up to your feet. Scoop you up onto my right shoulder. Parade you toward the corner and then run forward to leap into the air in order to drive you back to the canvas with a big Running Powerslam.

You take advantage of my momentary helplessness, hauling me up by the hair and hoisting me onto your muscular shoulder with a sharp jerk. Then, with me still on your shoulder, you head to the corner of the ring to build up momentum before slamming me back onto the mat with a power slam. I writhe in pain again but choose to roll out of the ring to recover, watching you all the while.

I'm happy with my performance thus far this match and stand over you for a moment. I raise my right arm and flex my right bicep to get this crowd going. Then look down to see you've rolled out of the ring to get some space between us. "Match is in here Devil." I scoff. I'm not planning on letting up. I slide out of the ring under the bottom rope and drop to the concrete floor. Next to you I reach down and grab you by the back of the head in order to drive your forehead into the ring apron with a big Forehead Smash.

 Devil Fighter

I can see the determination in your eyes and the way you fire up the crowd by flexing your muscles. You give me no respite. You roll out of the ring, grab me by the hair, and slam my head against the ring apron with force. I try to stop it, but I lack the strength and now lie dazed beside you.

 Alex Titus

I slam your forehead hard into the ring apron. You drop to the floor beside me and I can see you are seeing stars. "Let me help you up." I reach down and grab you by the hair to yank you back to your feet. Only to scoop you up into my arms so I can slam you back first into the hard concrete arena floor with a massive Bodyslam.

 Devil Fighter

I lie on the concrete floor next to you, slightly dazed, as you get back up and haul me up by my hair. Then you wrap your arms around my waist and slam me hard onto the concrete floor with a bodyslam. I writhe in pain, and the referee warns us both to return to the ring.

 Alex Titus

I look up and hear the referee warning us to bring the match back into the ring. He's giving us a slow count out. "SIX.... SEVEN......" I don't have that much time before ten. I reach down and grab you by the hair to pull you back to your feet. Scoop you back up across my chest. Lift as high as I can and dump you between the bottom and middle ropes back into the ring. Then quickly slide in under the bottom rope to stop the count.

I am still lying on the floor, half-dazed, as the referee counts us out. He has already reached seven when you grab me by the hair, lift me up with ease, and hoist me high, only to throw me back into the ring between the middle and bottom ropes. You roll back into the ring as well, bringing the count to an end. Bearing the marks of your attacks, I struggle to pull myself back up using the ropes.

 Alex Titus

I stand up behind you as your struggle to pull yourself back to your feet using the ropes. I decide to pull you off the ropes by snaking my arms up under your pits and lock my hands behind your neck to lock in a Full Nelson. I drag you off the ropes in the hold, pulling you to the middle of the ring. I flex my biceps to wrench your neck, forcing your chin deep into your pecs. My crotch presses against your perfect ass. "Let's see how long you can hold out in this Nelson!"

 Devil Fighter

I’m struggling to haul myself back up the ropes. You come straight over, giving me no chance to catch my breath. You slide your arms under my armpits and lock your hands behind my neck. You’ve got me in a full nelson now and are dragging me to the center of the ring. There, you tighten your grip and force my chin down against my chest. I can feel your cock against my ass crack, and you seem to be enjoying dominating me like this. If I don’t come up with something fast, I’m going to lose this first round. I try kicking at your feet to throw you off balance.

 Alex Titus

You buck and fight and even try to kick at my feet to throw me off balance. But I maintain a firm grip on you and keep you fully subdued in the Full Nelson. I force your chin further into your chest and roughly shake you back and forth - ragdolling you in the Full Nelson. My cock now hard - the only thing keeping me out of your ass is our trunks. I crank up the pressure on your neck. "This round is over Devil - SUBMIT!!!"

 Devil Fighter

I can't manage to throw you off balance. Instead, you tighten your grip and press my chin even deeper against my chest. You shake me back and forth, like a child playing with a rag doll, and tell me to give up so you can win the round. Left with no other choice, since I can't break free, I reluctantly say. "Okay, I give up. I give up!" I do it only to save my strength for the next round, which I am determined to win.

Your submission is music to my ears. I keep the Full Nelson locked in for another 10 seconds and then toss you to the mat. I plant a boot on your chest and raise my arms to flex your my biceps. Ring Announcer: "Your winner of the first fall by submission - Alex "The Muscle" Titus!" I soak up my win of the first fall and then take my boot off your chest and settle back in my corner - waiting on the bell for round 2.

  Devil Fighter

After I submit, you hold your brutal full-nelson lock for a few more seconds before slamming me onto the canvas with great force. You place a foot on my chest and bask in the crowd's cheers while the referee announces the verdict for the first round. Afterward, still looking fresh, you head to your corner and wait for the second round to begin. I get to my feet, already showing the marks of that first round, and make my way to my own corner, signaling to the referee that I am ready for the next round.

 Alex Titus

I remove my foot from your chest and with my arms raised and flexing my biceps I back into my corner. Settle in with my arms draped over the top ropes and my back against the top turnbuckle. I watch you get to your corner. "Ready to lose ROUND 2 Devil???"

You lean confidently against the turnbuckle in your corner. No wonder, you’ve racked up more wins against me, lost only twice, and have now secured the first round. The referee signals the start of the second round. I circle you again, waiting for a chance to attack. I see that you’re far too preoccupied with yourself. I charge forward and launch myself into the air, hitting you in the chest with a dropkick.

Referee signals for the second round to start. We start to circle and then you charge forward. I prepare to lock up when you surprise me with a big Double Drop Kick. You leap off the mat and drive your boots in my chiseled chest. I fly backwards and crash hard onto my back on the mat. Scramble to get myself back to my feet.

My dropkick connects perfectly, sending you crashing onto the canvas on your back. I quickly get back to my feet, and as I see you trying to stand up again, I deliver a hard kick to your abs.

 Alex Titus

I am scrambling up to my feet. But before I am fully upright, a sharp kick to my six pack halts my progression up. I groan and double over holding my abdomen as the kick was unexpected so I didn't have time to flex my six pack to try to absorb the impact of your boot.

 Devil Fighter

My kick to your midsection forces you back down onto the canvas, stomach-first. I follow up by sitting on your lower back. I hook your arms over my knees and use both hands to pull your face up by the chin. Now I have you in your favorite Camel Clutch and lean back to arch your spine even further. "I think it's time to give up, Alex!" I say confidently.

 Alex Titus

After you knock me down to the canvas you drop your ass onto my lower back. "Fuck...." I mutter to myself as I know what's next to come. You hook my arms and drape them over your thighs and then lock my chin with both hands to apply my own finisher on me. I buck and kick the mat wildly as I'm pulled up off the mat in the hold and bent up. My back wrenches as you arch me up. "Never...." I reply as I pick up the fight to try to buck you off me.

I enjoy having you in my grip like this and watching you suffer as I lean further and further back to arch your spine even more. "You'd better give up, Alex. I'm not letting you out of this. I want you to be able to keep fighting. After all, I don't want to break your back!"

You lean back further and wrench my back even more. I howl in pain and pick up my kicking and squirming under you. I struggle to pull my arm off your left leg so I can try to a reach to the closest ropes.

8:51 AM:  Devil Fighter

I can see you're in excruciating pain and screaming louder and louder. I stop you from trying to pull your arm away from my left leg and drag you back to the center of the ring without breaking my hold. "Nice try, Alex, but I'm not letting you out of your own submission hold. Just give up, and then it'll be one-all!"

5:33 PM:  Alex Titus

You grab hold of my arm and pull it back in place over your thigh as I drag us further from the ropes into the center of the ring. Then lean back even further and bring my spine to the breaking point. The pain too much to bear - I frantically start tapping out my submission on your shin. "I GIVE!!! I GIVE!! I SUBMIT!!!"

8:50 AM:  Devil Fighter

You’re finally giving up how is music to my ears. I let go of you and let your forehead slam hard against the canvas. I get up and head to my corner to prepare for the next round while you’re still lying on the floor. Winning this round restores my confidence and proves that even you are vulnerable, as I wait for the next round to begin.

  Alex Titus

After my submission, you let my chin go and my forehead falls and slams onto the mat. I start to push up to my feet, holding my lower back and foreheard. Ring Announcer: "Your winner of the second fall by submission - Devil Fighter!" I settle back in my corner - waiting on the bell for round 3. The match now tied up 1 fall to 1 fall.

 Devil Fighter

I see you standing in the opposite corner and notice that you’re showing the marks of my attacks. After the bell rings for the third round, I charge at you, hoping to send you flying over the top rope and out of the ring with a hard clothesline.

5:52 AM:  Alex Titus

The bells and you immediately charge in. I stand at the ropes as you come in flying at me. I time my next move and before you can stop your forward momentum I drop while holding the top rope. Nothing between you and the air. Rather than you sending me over the top rope, this should send you crashing out over the ropes with nothing to stop you.

8:43 AM:  Devil Fighter

To my horror, I see you let yourself drop at the last moment. I can’t brake in time, and I go over the top rope, landing chest-first on the hard barrier outside. I drop down and writhe on the ground for a moment before pulling myself back up with the help of the barrier.

 Alex Titus

My counter achieves more than I could have hoped. You go flying over the top rope, unable to stop yourself. You crash hard face down on the hard concrete arena floor. I slide out of the ring after you. Referee starts counts but I have some time. I wait until you get back to your feet, using the barricade for support. Then grab your wrist to pull you away from the barricade you to Irish Whip you hard back into it.

  Devil Fighter

You show off your wrestling skills again and follow me as I pull myself back up against the barricade. You grab my wrist and hurl me forcefully against the barrier. I slam hard against it, my back taking the impact, and slowly slide down until I’m sitting on the ground, leaning against it. The referee is counting us out and has already reached five.

 Alex Titus

You slowly slide up to a sitting position after your collision with the steel barricade. Referee still counting. I reach down and grab you by the hair to pull you up back to your feet and then scoop you up across my chest in order to slam you back down hard onto the concrete with a big Bodyslam. You land with a loud thud and quickly slide back into the ring under the bottom rope as the referee counts: "Seven...."

 Devil Fighter

Once again, you haul me up by my hair and reach between my legs with one arm to slam me onto the concrete floor with a body slam. I writhe on the ground in pain as the referee continues the count, already reaching seven. I pull myself up by the ring apron, battered by your attacks, and just barely manage to roll back into the ring at the count of nine.

  Alex Titus

You manage to roll yourself back into the ring just before the referee counts to ten. "Welcome back to the fight Devil." I reach down and grab your lower legs, getting your ankles hooked up my arm pits. I muscle and drag you up off the mat. Your upper back still on the mat. "Ready to go for a ride." I start to spin in place and as I do I lift you off the mat to bring you with me. We start rotating as I execute a Giant Swing.

  Devil Fighter

I am still reeling from your attacks, and you take advantage of this by grabbing my legs by the shins and clamping them under your armpits. You start to spin, and I begin to feel dizzy, yet I am powerless to stop it as you whirl me around in circles faster and faster.

 Alex Titus

We rotate ONCE..... TWICE..... THREE TIMES....... I can tell with each rotation the dizziness is taking over and you are losing focus. Good that's my intention. "Time to fly." I shout as I release your legs and let your ankles slip free. You fly across the ring and crash to the mat several feet away. Content with my offense, I raise my right arm and flex my right bicep.

 Devil Fighter

You spin around faster and faster, making me dizzy, until you finally let go and I land on the ring floor a few meters away from you, breathing heavily.

You land breathing heavily. My turn. I grab your ankle and flip you over onto your stomach. As I do I settle my ass down over yours to lock in a Single Leg Crab. But I don't stop there. I reach down and grab your chin to lock in my signature Titus Clutch - a Crab Camel Combo. My cock throbbing in my trunks imagining how hot you must lock subdued under me in the submission hold.

You take advantage of my current position, flipping me onto my stomach by the ankles to lock me into a single Boston crab. You sit on my lower back, grab my chin, and pull my head back. I scream in pain as I feel your shorts are wet and your cock throbbing against my lower back. You seem to enjoy seeing me suffer like this and are on the verge of scoring your second point in the match, something I wanted to prevent.

I know on the verge of taking this round as I stretch you out in the painful hold. Then I look up and get a glimpse of you struggling as I bend you up in the hold under me in the arena's Titantron. I smile. "Come on Devil - let me hear a submission and I'll release you."

9:13 AM:  Devil Fighter

You use all your skills to make me suffer even more, and the pain becomes unbearable as you contort my body. The crowd is going wild, and I have no choice but to submit to you. "I give up. I give up!" I know full well that the score is now 2–1 in your favor and that you need to win just one more round to emerge victorious. I also know what you’ll do to me in front of the audience then, but I have no other choice.

6:33 AM:  Alex Titus

My finisher finally brings you to submission. I bend you up in half even more as you frantically and repetitively slap the canvas and verbally Tap Out, signaling your submission. The ring announcer call the score. "Your winner the third fall by SUBMISSION - Alex THE MUSCLE Titus! Now the score is 2 falls to 1 in favor of Titus." I keep you locked in the hold for another 10 seconds and then release in order to shoot my arms up under your pits in order to lift you off the mat and drive you back with a final Full Nelson Slam. I stand and plant my boot on your chest - flexing over you in victory and waiting on round 4 to start.

  Devil Fighter

I had long since given up, and the referee had already announced the result of the third round, yet you kept me trapped in that painful hold to wear me down even further. Finally, you break the brutal grip, lock me in a full nelson, and hurl me headfirst onto the hard mat. You plant a foot on my chest and bask in the crowd's cheers. Then, you head to your corner. You look confident after your success in the third round, well aware that you are just one win away from overall victory. Battered by your attacks, I drag myself to my corner and struggle to pull myself back up using the ropes. I glance over at you and see your grin; you can hardly wait for the fight to continue.

 Alex Titus

After I lift my boot from your chest, I settle back in my corner. I raise my right arm and flex my bicep as I watch you struggle to get back to your feet using the ropes. I yell across ring to you. "You ready to lose round 4 now Devil????"

 Devil Fighter

I laboriously pull myself back up using the ropes, bearing the marks of your attacks. You, on the other hand, stand confidently in your corner, flexing your impressive biceps. You shout across the ring, asking if I’m ready to lose the fourth round as well. The referee signals for the fight to resume, and I circle you once more. I keep feinting attacks to buy a little time so I can recover a bit more.

 Alex Titus

I can see you are hurting from the last round. You keep feigning but I'm not going to let up now. I raise my arms and drive in to lock up - but I've assumed that position to distract you into thinking I'm going for a collar and elbow. Instead I duck around you and wrap my arms around your waist from behind. Lift as I bend back to try to throw you backwards with a big Back Suplex.

 Devil Fighter

You see through my tactic and raise your arms, and I expect you to challenge me to a classic collar-and-elbow tie-up. But you are quick and agile. You duck down fast, get behind me, and wrap your arms around my waist, slamming me onto the mat with a back suplex. I land hard on my back and decide to roll out of the ring to buy myself some time.

 Alex Titus

I kip back up to my feet and turn to find you no where in sight. Then I look down and see you've slid out of the ring to buy yourself some time. I raise my right arm and flex my bicep at you. "So you want to take the fight out on the floor Devil???" I quickly slide out of the ring under the bottom rope and join you on the floor. Reach to grab you by the back of your head and try slam your face into the steel corner post to get back control of the offense.

 Devil Fighter

You deny me any time to recover, rolling out of the ring and advancing on me. You grab the back of my head, intending to smash my forehead against the steel post. I muster all my energy to prevent this by bracing myself against the post with both hands.

 Alex Titus

You manage to get your arms up and block the attempt to smash your head against the steel post. “Damn it”. I mutter. Then grab you wrist in order to drop you to the arena floor with a Short Arm Clothesline.

 Devil Fighter

I manage to fend off your attempt to smash me against the steel post. Annoyed, you grab my wrist and take me down with a short-arm clothesline. I land on my back on the hard concrete floor, writhing in pain. The referee warns us both to return to the ring.

  Alex Titus

With you down on the floor in front of me, I give you a quick series of stomps to your chest and abdomen before I quickly slide back into the ring. The referee continues his count. "Seven... Eight......"

 Devil Fighter

The referee is counting, and you land a few more kicks to my chest and stomach while he continues the count, already reaching eight. You quickly roll into the ring, and I laboriously pull myself up by the ring apron to roll in as well. The referee turns a blind eye, even though he was just about to call ten.

  Alex Titus

I stand in the center of the ring and raise my arms and flex my biceps cockily at you. “Fight is in here Devil. Get your ass in here so I can finish you!”

  Devil Fighter

Battered by your attacks, I laboriously pull myself back up using the ropes and assume a fighting stance, still a bit unsteady on my feet.

2:29 PM:  Alex Titus

You manage to get yourself back into the ring and back to your feet using the ropes. I wrap my arms around your waist from behind. Locking my hands in front of you. I lean back and lift to try to throw you backwards with a Belly to Back Suplex.

 Devil Fighter

You attack me immediately, even though I’m still unsteady on my feet, getting behind me, wrapping your incredibly strong arms around my body, and then slamming me hard onto the mat with a belly-to-back suplex. There’s a loud thud as I hit the canvas and writhe on the ground, while the crowd cheers you on to go for the finish.

  Alex Titus

Crowd cheering as I roll you over onto your stomach after the Belly to Back Suplex. "Your turn now!" I know you know what's coming as I drop my ass down onto the small of your back. My legs settle on your sides as I straddle you. Then I grab hold of your arms and yank them up to drape them over my thighs. Finally get my hands locked on your chin to get my Camel Clutch locked in. "Submission Time Devil!"

 Devil Fighter

You seem to be looking for a quick finish. You flip me onto my stomach and then sit down on my lower back. You drape my arms over your powerful thighs and pull my head up by the chin, locking me into a vicious Camel Clutch. You tell me it’s time to give up, but if I quit now, I lose this entire match, my debut in this federation. What even worse, you’ll turn me into your bitch in front of the entire crowd.

  Alex Titus

I lean back and flex my biceps to wrench your back even further. I can tell you are going to do your best to resist and not submit . So I change things up and adjust my arm - snaking it around your throat to lock in a Dragon Sleeper. Your face now deep in my armpit as I continue to bend you up in the Dragon Sleeper Camel Combo.

 Devil Fighter

You have me locked tight in a Camel Clutch and lean even further back, causing me even more pain. Then you wrap your arm around my neck and put me into a Dragon Sleeper as well. My face is buried in your armpit. I can barely breathe, and my body is slowly going limp.

 Alex Titus

I can feel you slowly starting to go limp. I tightened my arm across your throat. “You can tap out or I’ll just put you out Devil - your Choice!”

 Devil Fighter

Your bicep, which resembles a cannonball, is pressing against my Adam's apple. I have no choice but to give up, as I am on the verge of losing consciousness. With my last ounce of strength, I tap your shin and say, "I give up. You win!"

I feel you tapping and smile as I know that means victory for me. I keep the hold locked in a little longer to further weaken you. Then release and let you flop face first to the mat. I stand and plant a boot on your back. Raise my arms and pose a double biceps over you. “That’s 3 falls for me Devil. I win the match and that ass is MINE!!!”

  Devil Fighter

You keep me in your grip a little longer before letting go, sending me face-first onto the mat. I had pictured my debut match in this federation a bit differently, yet here I am, having lost to you again. You plant a foot on my back to celebrate your victory, and I know exactly what’s coming next when you say that my ass belongs to you now.

 Alex Titus

I continue to flex over you as I’m officially announced the winner. Ring Announcer: “Your winner with 3 submissions to 1 - Alex “The Muscle” Titus!!” After I’m announced I drop my pose  and roll you over onto your back. Then I reach down and grab hold of the waistband of your trunks. “You won’t be needing these!” I give your trunks a sharp tug and yank them off you. Toss them to a hot guy in the front row.

 Devil Fighter

Shit, you tear my shorts off and throw them into the crowd, leaving me lying stark naked on the floor in front of you while you keep flexing your muscles. What a humiliation for me, and I have a sinking feeling as I look up at you.

I reach down and grab hold of my cock. Fluff it up a bit - stroking myself as I look down at your perfect ass. Then strip off my trunks and toss the to the side so I have them for after I claim your ass. “Ready Devil???”

I watch as you take off your shorts and your cock is revealed. You stroke yourself a bit to get in the mood, then come down to me. You ask if I’m ready, and I have no choice but to nod while the audience cheers you on to fuck me really hard. Because, in their opinion, that’s exactly what I deserve.

 Alex Titus

I flip you back onto your stomach and I drop down to my knees and push your legs to the side as you remain face down on your stomach. I pry apart your ass cheeks to fully expose that tight hole and spit on it to lube it up. The lean in and press my cock against your hole. "Brace Devil - I'm not going easy on you tonight?"

 Devil Fighter

I’m lying on my stomach, and you come down over me and spit on the opening to my love tunnel. You say you don’t intend to go easy on me tonight, and panic slowly starts to rise inside me. I feel you positioning your cock, ready to slide it in.

 Alex Titus

My cock is in position and pressed against your tight hole. "Ready Devil" Then without warning I push my cock in, burying my rod deep in your ass with a single forceful thrust. I reach down and grab the back of your neck to hold you in place and impaled on my rod. Thrust in and out as I keep you pressed under me on the mat.

 Devil Fighter

You ask if I’m ready, then thrust your weapon into my tight hole without warning. You fuck me harder and harder while pinning me down by the neck to keep me in position, and I have to endure it all amidst the cheers of the onlookers.

 Alex Titus

You remain face down and pinned under me. My cock buried deep in your amazing ass. My hand remains planted on the back of your head to hold you down in place as I continue to work that hole. I slam my hard cock in and out of your hole. My balls slapping your ass cheeks with each thrust. My cock head pounding your prostate with each drive. "Hope you are enjoying the ride Big Boy - I sure am....."

  Devil Fighter

You press my head against the mat with your hand while fucking me harder and harder. With every thrust, your balls slap against my buttocks and your cockhead slams repeatedly into my prostate. You ask if I’m enjoying the ride, but I’m only suffering, as this borders on rape. The spectators are thrilled by what they see and keep cheering you on.

 Alex Titus

I continue to fuck your brains out. Change up the hold and snake my arms up under your pits to lock them behind your neck to put you in a Grounded Fuck Nelson. I continue to pound your ass as I subdue you in the hold. "So Devil - which one of us do you think is going to CUM first??" I pick up the pace of my powerfuck with you locked in the Grounded Nelson.

 Devil Fighter

You change your position while continuing to fuck me, sliding your arms under my armpits to lock me into a full nelson while I’m lying down. I’m helpless to stop it, and you fuck me faster and harder. With every impact of your cock head against my prostate, my cock swells beneath me, right on the verge of releasing its load.

 Alex Titus

My balls are churning as I fuck you harder and harder. Owning that ass and taking it as my prize tonight. I flex my muscles to keep you locked down in my hold. Then my body tenses up and my balls flex and I explode. Shooting streams of thick sticky cum load deep into your ass. Flooding you with my seed. I continue to pound your ass and pump my load into you, breeding you as my final reward.

 Devil Fighter

You seem to enjoy fucking me harder and harder, and your cock head keeps slamming against my prostate. I feel your body tense up over me as you shoot your load into me in several spurts. At the same time, I clench my sphincter, and my balls release my own semen too. Now I’m lying beneath you, still trapped in a full nelson, pumped full of your semen and lying in a puddle of my own.

  Alex Titus

After I deposit my cum load into you, you tense up under me and clench your sphincter around my shaft. You loud groan tells me I've just fuck your load from you and you are now lying in a sticky puddle of your own semen. After I finish unloading in you, I pull my cock out. 

My cum leaks from your hole as I stand up and plant my boot on your back. Flex over your bred ass once more to the cheers of my fans. "TITUS!!! TITUS!!! TITUS!!!!"

 Devil Fighter

What a humiliation for me in this federation, where I lost my debut match of all people, against Alex Titus. I had actually wanted to narrow the gap, but now the score stands at 6–2 in his favor. Meanwhile, you bask in the crowd's adulation and plant a foot on my back while I lie in a puddle of my own semen and your semen drips from my ass.

 Alex Titus

I scoop up my trunks and put them back on. Leaving you naked in the ring. "That puts me up 6 matches to 2 Devil - hit me up when you are ready for your next loss." I slide out of the ring leaving you there naked and head back to the locker room to finish celebrating my victory here tonight.