Wrestling Club Paradise

Rassle : JOHN and RASSLE met at the gym, as both spotted each other working out, and became buds. Once went out for a beer, and find out that we like to wrestle and have manly fun at the Gay bar. I told him I practice PRO at a wear house ring, and I can have the site after hours for our match... John became too cocky, and threw his beer at Rassle. The 2 dudes agreed to meet on a Friday evening at 6 pm to settle this dispute in the ring.

Rassle :  I come to practice some PRO moves and holds as he knows the owner of the warehouse and coach. I got there to train. I did a light workout with the other guys, and waited for John to show his ass at 6 pm.

John Top Fucker :  I push through the warehouse door right at 6, gym bag over one shoulder, wearing a black tank and wrestling trunks under my shorts.  I see the warehouse is empty except RASSLE. I spot you already warmed up by the ring and smirk. I drop my bag beside the ring, roll my shoulders, then climb through the ropes and bounce lightly on my feet, testing the mat. “Different seeing me across a ring instead of across a bar or at the Gym for a workout, huh?” I know we had a dispute and my beer spilled, wanted to apologize but Rassle was mad.  I grin, raising my hands and flex my massive hairy muscle. “Come on, Rassle. Show me what all that pro practice is worth.” Me standing there in my and black speedos.

John Top Fucker :   32 yo  5'11" 210 lbs

 

Rassle :  I was wearing my yellow speedos for the match, barefoot, and a yellow mask... stretching, ready for John, as he pushes through the door... tell him to lock the door so private in the warehouse. He comes fast to the ring and climbs, ... I flex my 5'10" 222 lbs, strong solid muscles, and adjust my 7" cock getting hard in my speedos. I check you out and those hot 210 lbs body looks hot and meaty muscles, different from the gym... i smirk at you, let you stretch some...

Rassle :  51 yo  5'10" 222 lbs

John Top Fucker :   I finish loosening my shoulders, give you a quick grin, then step toward the center of the ring. “Alright, RASSLE.” The second you raise your hands, I shoot in fast, catch your right wrist with both hands, yank it across your body, and circle behind you before you can square up. I snake one arm around your waist and use the other to wrench your arm up behind your back, chest tight against your shoulder blades as I plant my feet and keep you pinned standing. “First lock’s mine,” I mutter, tightening the hammerlock just enough to make you work for an escape.

Rassle :  I was nice coming out, as we were gym buds, but the scene at the bar got me mad, so I wanted to destroy this fucker and show him who is the boss here and pay for throwing me his beer at me.  I come out to do a PRO collar and elbow, but this fucking piece of shit, came hard and fast on me, that surprised me and locked me took my back and snaked behind me , holding his chest on my back and one arm pulled up on a hammer lock... AGGHHHRRR FUCK... I stand cool let him calm down from that rush of adrenaline he had... start to drop on him as we are about same height... grab his hand .... duck and go under his arm and REVERSE THE HAMMER LOCK... HEY Johnny I train in here so you are gonna be mine. This is hammer lock 101... I PUSH YOUR ARM UP HIGH, SOME PAIN ON YOUR SHOULDER ... and push you hard to the turn buckle slamming you chest hard on it followed by 222 lbs of muscle slammed on your back... and I release your arm to get space to RAM A NICE HARD KNEE TO YOUR SIDE RIBS... take that Johnny.

John Top Fucker :   “UGH, FUCK!” My chest smashes into the turnbuckle and your weight drives into my back before that knee buries into my ribs. I grunt hard, one arm wrapping my side as I stumble along the ropes. “Alright, so you do know what you’re doing.” I turn like I’m still hurt, then suddenly surge forward. I catch your wrist, yank you toward me and duck underneath, twisting your arm into a tight standing wrist lock. Before you can plant yourself, I step behind your leg and sweep it out, dumping you onto your back. I follow you straight down, dropping my weight across your chest and trapping your near arm beneath mine while I hook your far leg with my own.

Rassle :  I am again surprised by the twist wrist , as I try to defend my wrist, you pushed me down out of balance and roll me on my back... pretty smart move Johnny... as you drop your chest I stop you from trapping completely my arm under. I have strong legs and extended wide first to make your attempt to hook my leg ... then I push my hips out to get leverage, grab firmly your wrist and pull it out to control and hold you pushing on your arm and counter you from establishing yourself on me... as I get to be on my side. Place my bare foot inside the inner groin area as I compress your balls and make you distracted, and without giving you time to react... i power raise my leg with all my strength to push my hips out and and trow you off balance as i send you off me giving me time to seat and spring to my feet having you down, I jump and elbow drop hard to hurt you back head and neck WHAMmmm and pull out fast out of your reach to recover and face you ... COMMON Johnny BOY get up piece of shit...

Rassle :  I am watching every move to counter this muscle Johnny boy and own him

John Top Fucker :   The kick bucks me off, and I hit the mat hard, rolling just enough that your elbow crashes across my upper back and shoulder instead of square on my neck. I grunt, slap the canvas once, then push up to one knee with a glare. Pissed, I explode up before you can fully prepare for me again, rush straight into your chest, wrap both arms around your waist, and drive you backward into the corner. I keep my forehead tight against your chest, drop my hips, then yank one of your legs off the mat and turn sharply, dumping you sideways onto the canvas. I stay on you immediately, chest-to-chest, trapping your near wrist against the mat while I spread my base wide so you can’t simply bridge me off. “Now get out of that, BOY.”

Rassle :  One thing, you hold me chest to chest, that gives me options trapping my wrist to the mats... as I am on the bottom chest to chest, let you feel comfortable on top of me as I safe my strength for later... hooking my leg that I just counter, squeeze me to hold the bottom man down, and just counter and resist until you are happy and you think you have me... but I time when you are cocky up and I start a hard bridging off my back, create space as I lift you and with lots of strength I turn / roll to me stomach using my arm held down by my wrist, and as you try to counter me... with the space created I wrap my arm fast and powerful to wrap it around your neck and snake my hand and forearm on your neck and turn it to a rear naked choke to cut your air to your lungs and blood to your head, and use my free legs to wrap it around your hips and fig-4 them to lock you in place not allowing any movement.

John Top Fucker :   My whole expression changes the second you roll through, and suddenly I’m the one trapped, your arm cinched around my neck and your legs locked around my waist. I immediately grab at your forearm, pissed that I let you bait me into getting comfortable on top. “Son of a bitch” I twist hard from side to side, trying to make space, but your body stays glued behind mine. My breathing gets heavier as the struggle drags on, sweat starting to run down my chest while I keep fighting your grip instead of panicking. I finally tuck my chin, get both hands onto your locking arm and pull downward with everything I’ve got. At the same time, I drive my heels into the mat and turn my hips toward you, forcing your leg lock to shift. It takes another hard surge, but I wedge just enough space between your forearm and my neck to suck in a breath. “Not… getting me… that easy!” I keep grinding the turn, shoulders and arms burning now, trying to get my back onto the mat and your choking arm trapped underneath me so I can finally peel myself free.

Rassle : 

Rassle :  I was able to get on his back and applied a rear naked choke. Also able to fig-4 my legs over his hips to control him... I thought I could get Jonny Boy weaker, but he knows his stuff too so this is becoming a very technical match. he was able to tuck in his chin forcing a space for him to breath and blood flow back to his brains... as he drives his heels and his sweaty body allowed him to twist his position and my fig-4 leg lock to shift. and finally he escapes. I say to myself, FUCKKKKKKKK FUCKING BITCH... I spring to my feet, and as you get up and pull yourself, waste no time, I spring to my feet and jump at you fast and hard with my arm out not to high so that if you duck I connect on your sore neck, but I surprised you and clothesline your chest and my arm under your pit... and throw all my 222 lbs muscle mass at you to sent you hard to the turnbuckle and follow a knee to your guts BANGGGG

John Top Fucker :   “UGH, FUCK!” Your clothesline catches me before I can fully square up and sends me crashing back into the turnbuckle. Then that knee drives into my stomach and folds me forward instantly. I drop to one knee, one hand gripping the middle rope while the other clamps over my gut. My chest is heaving now, sweat dripping off my face after fighting out of that choke, and my neck and shoulders are still burning from the escape. I try to stand, but my legs wobble and I stay crouched against the corner for another second, breathing hard and watching you through narrowed eyes. I’m pissed, but too drained to rush straight back in this time.

Rassle :  That full blown hard clothesline followed by a knee to your guts took a toll out of Johnny Boy... but I am not gonna get cocky to celebrate any, you are a real my opponent to kick your ass and make you pay for throwing me beer for no reason, but you are 210 lbs strong and muscled... But I am gonna destroy you... 

Rassle :  I pull back to give me rook as you on your knee doubled and and feeling the action, catching up, I force your head between my thighs, squeeze to secure the head as I drop to grab your wrestling short and hands around your waste to lift you high to place your legs onto my shoulders with your pelvic area close to my face and give you a nice head on your crotch to annoy you and keep you distracted. Turn toward the center of the ring, and with hand on your hips bring you down with lot of force , driving you down hard back into the canvas for a POWER BOMB FALL ... thuddd

Rassle :     

John Top Fucker :  AS I feel helpless being lifted like a sack of potatoes all the way  up I try to lock my legs on your neck and make you sniff my MUSK, but you know what you are doing and well executed, I am thrown down in a POWER BOMB fall... I hit my head and neck and upper back first... knocking me down from the devastating hold and I see starts ... my body convulses... I roll on my belly by inertia, and I see darkness  as I lay on the canvas on my belly and OUT...

Rassle :   I come around to roll you on your back, I see you not moving ... I plant my foot on your crotch for a VICTORY POSE, as you are hard and leaking precum ... BUT NOT MOVING... I knee down to check you, you are still breathing but KO... 

Rassle :    Grabbed your feet, drag you to the edge of the ring... pull you out, and hoist you in a fireman lift and carry ... and say, Taking my KO JOHNNY BOY  home to see if he is OK, take care of him for tonight, and claim my stake in my bed if he is OK.

Rassle :    Rassle  claimed Johnny Boy's ass in my stake in my bed later in the night.