Muscles In Trouble

Jay-3: Another day of training the newbies and after a million bumps, bombs, splashes, and a hundred complaints, the afternoon sun begins to set. The rookies pack up their gear and head out. I wipe some residual sweat from my forehead. "Brock!" I call out to the empty mirrored walls of my personal gym. My best guy is here for his extra training. One on one time to work on his skills. Kid's gonna go far but still has a lot to learn. "Brock, I want you in gear and inside the ropes in fifteen!"

I hit the locker room and peel off my gray hoodie and sweats, changing out for shining black ring boots, white wrist tape, and loose black gym shorts. I have my blue wrestling trunks on underneath but probably won't need them today. I pull on a tight white tee as my gold chain hangs against the deep valley between my swole pecs. A little mustache oil and slick back the hair, and we're golden. I exit the dressing rooms rolling my thick shoulders as I begin to climb onto the outside apron of the ring, looking for you as I stand 5'11 214lbs of muscle

Brock_Yerger: I'm in the locker room in a red tank top, black shorts and black sneakers as I sit on the bench and hear you yell my name. I smirk and have been working on honing my skills and ready to show it off. I hear your voice echo through the locker room telling me to get in my gear as I'm getting more and more annoyed at your constant yelling as I roll my eyes. I think to myself "I can't wait for the day when I finally shut you up and put you in your place". I sit up and close my locker and head out towards the ring. I pass by a mirror and can't help but check myself out. I lift my tank top showing off my ripped shredded abs and muscular hairy pecs. "Damn I look fucking hot as fuck" as I smirk and head out to the ring. I keep hearing you as I come through the doors "Sup Coach, I'm here" as I strut in confident standing 6'2, 221lbs of ripped shredded hairy muscle

Jay-3: I shake my head as i lean into the ring, the ropes digging into the stubble of my pit. "Taking shit casual as usual today I see." I lift one thick leg and swing it through the ropes and enter the ring. I stand tall with my thick muscles tight ready for the sparring. Also to let you know who the teacher is. Swole shoulders, bulging biceps, a little shorter than I'll admit. My pecs, pits, and abs got shaved yesterday, leaving them coated in a fine, scratchy stubble. My tee is barely holding me in.

"Okay, we got real work to do if we're gonna get you ready for your debut soon. So i need you to focus up today. No improv shit, no creative freedoms. Honing your skills so you can learn how to secure your man for the three count." I raise three fingers to you. "This is serious shit today, Brock. A wrestler is defined by his ring work, and setting up your man for the pin is the most important part." I put my hands on my hips, my pecs tightening. Game face on. I stare you up and down. "So I'm going to be a little rougher on ya today, kid. You got that?"

Brock_Yerger: I come to the ring and jump up on the outside ring apron as I see you check me out as I do the same and raise my eyebrow. I can't help but see the mirror behind the ring and can't help but check myself out. I climb in through the ropes as I hear you tell me to get focused and no improv and showing off, today is all about honing my skills and I need to be focused on my ring work. I think to myself "Blah blah blah blah" as I start to tune out. I start to circle you with my sneakers stomping into the mat and digging into them as I walk around the ring looking intimidating as you keep talking. I tune you out knowing and think to myself, "I've been beating all the other boys in our class, I'm way better than they are by miles, no one here is even in my league" as I finally snap back to reality seeing you staring at me as I hear you tell me your going to be rougher with me as I smirk. I take my tank top off and toss it playfully in your face "Bring it on Coach" as my own gold chain hangs down my neck and rests between my thick hairy muscular pecs

Jay-3: I grab at the shirt and swat it away so it hits the mat in a heap in the corner. Don't know why but that's really ticking me off. I frown at you before rolling my neck. "You know what, I think you need a little pre-sparring humbling. If this sparring match ends and I don't like what I see, you're going to be the training dummy all the rookies get to practice their signatures and finishers on." I hunker down and raise both arms, flexing hard as I prepare to offer you a test of strength in the center of the ring, inching forward towards you. I want to show you right away where your weaknesses are, and if you enter this lockup I'm going to go at you with my full force right out of the gate!

Brock_Yerger: I can see you get a little ticked off and frown after I throw my shirt in your face. You roll your neck as I see how upset you got "Come on Coach your no fun, just being playful and you know those boys aren't even in my league" as I pop up and down on my sneakers as my pecs bounce and I pop my neck and slap my big pecs as we circle each other. I see you lift your arms up want a collar and elbow and lockup. I smirk and lunge into you and locking up with you as I dig my sneakers into the mat and push against you as I try and use my height to gain the advantage as I grunt out and press my head into yours

Jay-3: You're beating on that thick chest. Fuck, yeah, hard to break down muscles like those. You come in hot and slam into me in the lockup. I grunt, my boots pushing on the canvas as my pecs flare, arms veined and holding strong. My forehead presses into yours as you try to get my goat. This fuckin' kid. "Don't mouth off! You haven't had nearly enough in ring experience to be as cocky as you are!" I slam into you hard with new effort, grunting as I try to muscle you backwards towards the ropes behind you. "Don't make me teach you a lesson today, boy. I promise you won't fuckin' enjoy starin' up at the lights, I guarantee!"

Brock_Yerger: We push back and forth into each other, each of us digging our shoes into the mat as our muscles flex and pump up. Neither one of us want to give into each other, this is suppose to be a training/sparring match but both of us grunt out and want to show the other up. I hear you tell me not to mouth out and be so cocky and that I don't have the skill, that gets under my skin and pisses me off. "I know what I can do Coach and you've seen it and you fucking know it, you just don't want to admit it but I'll show you" as I dig my sneakers into the mat stopping us then quickly lunge forward and driving a hard knee into your abs as I shove you back more towards the ropes, grunting out more aggressively now

Jay-3: I'm bucking and grunting against you, the hot gym lights blaring on our bodies. A hard knee sails upwards and finds home burying deep into my six pack. I lurch forward with a grunt of pain. "Oh, fuck--!" I groan. I would have needed to hit a knee but you're driving me back, my muscles quivering as I want to curl around my aching gut but can't. You force me back, my big arms weaker as I try to suck in air, my eyes wide and teeth gritted in agony. "Fuck, kid, what--?!"

Brock_Yerger: I keep pushing you back towards the ropes as your back hits and starts to arch over it as I hear you grunt out. "Coach, I'm going to show you I am ready, I am a star and that I am better than anyone else, your going to admit it" as I'm grabbing at your shirt as it rips a bit as I step back letting go of it and shove against your pecs and playfully slap your face. I slap my big hairy pecs as I step back towards the center as I wave my hands at you growling. I lift my big arms up and flex a huge double bi pose showing off to you as sweat starts to drip down my forehead down onto my hairy pecs and through my ripped abs as it hits the the mat as I see you stare at me glaring. "No more play time Coach, we are far past that now" as I pull my gym shorts down revealing my tight camo wrestling trunks as I toss my shorts at your face smirking

Jay-3: I'm dazed against the ropes and my eyes widen in fear. Fuck he got me here so fast. Is the kid about to work me on the ropes? I flex in preparation but you slap me, my head snapping to the side a shocked expression on my face. You shove off and I hang on the top rope. You're... fuckin' enjoying this? I push off the ropes as soon as I get my bearings. I'm seething, my cold eyes drilling into you as you tell me we're past playtime. "I don't know who you think you are, but don't fuckin' forget--" I jab a finger at you, my swole body trembling in contained anger "I taught you what you know, you ungrateful punk. So if you want the bull by the horns--" I grab the hem of my tee and stuff it under the waistband of my shorts, the shirt stretching over my thick stubbled pecs and my still sore six pack, the straps barely covering my pale nipples. "You asked for this, kid." I slam back against the ropes you just had me on and thunder forward, aiming to dive into a bullet train of a spear to fold you in half at the midsection!

Brock_Yerger: Seeing you seething and riled up as your muscles flex up and pump up as I love it as I do the same and really pump myself up and slap my pecs bouncing on my sneakers as my muscular body flexes up huge as I growl out. I hear you tell me you taught me all I know and call me an ungrateful punk as I just raise my eyebrow and smirk letting you run your mouth as you get more and more pissed off. You grunt out and tell me I asked for this as you whip yourself off the ropes and charge at me, enraged and angrier than I've ever seen you. I watch as you barrel towards me with so much pent up aggression. I think to myself "Rookie mistake Coach, rookie mistake" as I see you bend down going to spear me but I quickly side step as I watch you go by me as I wait for you to turn around. I jump up and extend my long muscular legs and drive my sneakers right into your face hard and fast with a huge dropkick as I use your momentum smash them into your face

Jay-3: The spear whiffs. I tumble and roll to my feet and keep the momentum, turning and bouncing my gym-built muscles launching off again aiming straight for you. I think I'll just use my finisher and topple the kid's ego quick. No need to draw this out and get in a pissing match with just a rookie. I raise a thick arm ready for my big move, the Five o'clock Shadow, when two sneakers slam into my face. My legs kick up as my head snaps back. I slam onto the mat with a grunt. Momentum stopped as I lay splayed out on my back. I blink hard at the ceiling. Wince as pain shoots across my face, my eyes watering from the impact on my nose making my vision blurry. I turn onto my side, my one hand cupping my face. "Oh, fuck..." I mutter. My boot kicks on the mat as I try to figure out where I am. "The fuck just hit me...?"

Brock_Yerger: Your rolling on the mat after my big dropkick takes you down to the mat staring up into the lights. I see you blink and not knowing where you are and what the fuck just happened as I laugh. Your boots kick on the mat as you hold your face in pain. I walk towards you very confident as I see you laid out on your back hurting. I lift my leg up and stomp down onto your pecs that your so proud of over and over again breaking them apart, each stomp is stronger than the last BAM BAM BAMM BAM BAMMMM. I look down seeing your body hurting as I laugh and reach down and grab your hair and yank on it dragging you over to the ropes as I toss your head over the top rope. Your arms lay on them as well as I come behind you and press my body weight down onto you choking you on the ropes. You look forward seeing yourself in the mirror struggling as I push down and choke you on the rope as I stand behind you pressing your head down further

Jay-3: A boot lifts overtop my prone body and slams down into my chest. Spit rockets from my mouth into the air as a series of stomps squash my pec muscle into meat. Beatin' my body on the mat as you flatten out my muscled chest, head bouncing off the canvas. Fuckin' hurtin and gruntin with each stomp until you finally stop. My eyes stare up unfocused as I groan out. While I'm dazed you drag me and haul me over the top ropes as I hang, your weight digging the cords into me as i hang by my neck and pits. My thick arm flails out, face going red as I try to reach out for relief, but there is none. I gotta get this under control and fast!

Brock_Yerger: I see you struggling hanging on the ropes by your neck and pits as I press your head down even harder. I hear you gag and choke on it as I watch you in so much pain in the mirror. I look down seeing your shorts start to tent in the mirror as I raise my eyebrow and smirk. I step behind you and grab at your shorts as I pull them down, "lets see what you have underneath here Coach, I know your enjoying this a little too much aren't you?" hehehe. I rip your shorts off and reveal your tight wrestling trunks as your big bulge pops out "Well well well Coach, looks like your enjoying this way more than I thought hmmm?" as I bring your shorts over to your face and rub them all over it letting you take in your own musk and scent.

I toss them down as I get behind you and grab at your trunks pulling you back a bit off the ropes only to drive a hard forearm into your lower back BAMM. Then I pull back again and drive another harder forearm into your lower back even harder BAMMMMMM. I keep attacking your back over and over as I work you on the ropes. Each hit I see you spit out onto the mirror and hear your grunts start to echo throughout the room. "I love to hear you moan out Coach, music to my ears"

Jay-3: I'm laundry out to dry on the ropes as you yank off my gym shorts. They're pushed into my face. My eyes roll back from the daze of pain I'm in, the scent of my day's training lessons still present on the shorts bunched up around my nose. You grab my trunks and then it's hard forearms to the back. My chest juts out, back arcing as I yell out in pain. A second hit breaks through my gritted teeth, spit flying to smear the windows with each increasing smash.

Repeated smashes have me shuddering and convulsing as I hang from the ropes. Sweat drips from my face, my pecs, pits, abs. My tee is so soaked through that it's basically a wet rag hanging from around my neck at this point. I manage to grunt out in between forearms, "Fuck, kid... fuck... y-you made your point. You got... you got to work your coach over in the ring a little bit..." I grunt out as a spike of pain shoots through my body. I try to peel myself off the ropes, but collapse back onto them. "Fuck, how about... I'll lay down and let you get a quick cover. You can have a little courtesy pin to tie this "match" off..."

I try to tempt you with a consolation prize because a real fear is beginning to creep into me. I've been squashed hard just a few times in my career. You always sense it coming, knowing the dominance of the man standing across the ring from you can't be matched. If you're lucky, he'll put you away fast. Last time I faced that was my big push for the belt and the champ stomped me. Why the FUCK am I feeling that same fear from this kid right now?

Brock_Yerger: Your leaning on the ropes facing the mirror seeing yourself breathing heavy, body wrecked and sweat dripping down it as I hear you mumble as you tell me about laying you down and give you a little courtesy pin. I come up to you and grab your hair and yank your head up so you look up at me, "Did I hear you right Coach? You want me to pity pin you?" as I look like I'm contemplating it still holding onto you as you stare up at me. Sweat dripping down off me onto you as you moan out under me as you hang on the ropes. "Coach, you taught me something and one thing you kept saying over and over is know yourself and your right, I do know myself and one thing you'll learn about me is I have no mercy.........So, NO COACH, I WON'T PITY PIN YOU" as I smirk down at you and drag you off the ropes. Your body is barely able to stand as you drop to your knees as I hold you by your hair and drag you over to the center of the ring.

 Your arms fall to your sides as you drip sweat off your body as I bring your face over to my big bulge as I rub your face all over it. I feel your arms reach around and grab onto my big muscled ass as you grunt out as I slowly let you take in more and more of my musk. Sweat drips down off me onto you as I lift my right arm up and flex my big bicep up showing off over you as your face is just planted on my bulge as you start to drool and moan out louder

Jay-3: Wince as the rookie has me by the hair. My facade fades back into anger, "Fuck, Brock, you're fuckin' in for it. This isn't a fucking match you little arrogant son of--" You pull me off the ropes and into your bulge as i lean against you. My face presses against you as the pain and pleasure mix into a confusing haze of stimulation. I try to stand, to push off you with force, breaking a bit of distance between us as I rise to my boots. "No. Fuck, NO! I don't lose!" Competitive fury courses through me in a second wind as I wind my arm back and aim for a heavy frying pan chop to your bare chest!

Brock_Yerger: I have you on your knees as you take in more and more of my musk as you moan out as you look up at me in a haze as I tug on your hair a lot more. I start to drag you up to your feet as your face is against my ripped abs as you shoot up to your boots as you push off me as I hear your taunts and you chop my big hairy muscular pecs as I grunt out and take a step back. "FUCccKKk Coach, you fucking Bitc" as I step back and rub my chest as my gold chain sways and smacks against me pecs. I quickly drive a hard forearm to the side of your head BAMM, "Your going to pay for that"

Jay-3: I'm going in for round two after making solid connection. His reflexes are fast and a hard forearm snaps my head back just as I'm going in for a follow up strike. I stagger back, reaching out for something to brace me but finding nothing in the center of the ring. The blow stops momentum hard and I stare at you, through you, dazed as I try to stay on my shaking boots, my wet tee a thin wet rag on my chest at this point

Brock_Yerger: I see you staggering on your boots as your extremely wobbly especially after that hard forearm. Your shirt is a bit ripped and soaked with sweat, "Here Coach let me help you get a little more comfy" as I grab your shirt collar and pull it down and rip it open and pull it off you as your big pecs pop out and your gold chain smacking all over your pecs. I raise my eyebrow and pull the rest of your shirt off and rub it all over your face. The wet sweat soaked shirt rubs all over your face as it drips onto the mat leaving a puddle as I see that big bulge grow in your trunks, I toss the wet ripped shirt out of the ring as I see you more wobbly as you try your best to stay on your feet. I playfully slap your face side to side "Coach, you still with me?" as your glazed over eyes stare up at me as I grab your hair and yank on it and quickly bring you over to the ropes and smash your head into the top buckle WHAMMMMMM. I turn you around as your body slumps into the corner, I look down and see those big pecs of yours as I smirk and repay you with a HARD quick chop down onto them as the sound echoes throughout the room as it mixes with your screams. 

I press against your chin pushing your head back as your reddened pecs puff up and I drive multiple forearms down onto them over and over and over again. You spit out after each hits as your gold chain smacks all over as I laugh seeing you in pain in the corner. I see you slump further and further into the corner as your ass sits on the middle buckle. I playfully slap your face "You feeling good there Coach? You still with me?" then I clench my fists and bring them up to my lips kissing each of my knuckles and then start driving hard punches into the pecs. Slowly at first punching each pec one at a time as you grunt out feeling my hard fist drive hard into your pecs then I pick up the pace and start furiously punching your pecs with a hard right............then a quick left.......then back to a hard right jab as I repeat and act like I'm punching my speed bag at home getting a nice workout but instead I'm using your pecs and working you in the corner. Your once proud muscled pecs turn to sagging bitch tits from my constant attacks

Jay-3: My shirt comes away from my face leaving it soaked in sweat. My short hair falling in spikes, mustache and stubbled jaw dripping, my body so soaked I look fuckin' oiled up. You slap my face, but there's just a groan in response. Dazed from the blow, my shirt is peeled off my sweating torso. My man in this match has me bare chested in the ring--fuck, it's a real man's pro match now. And the first thing I do in this real man's pro match is eat a face full of corner. My head snaps back as I lean and slump. And then, fuck... what happens next...

It's relentless as the rookie begins to mercilessly wail on me. A hard chop cutting into my vulnerable chest, spit flying from my mouth. I lurch forward with my forearm pressed to the center of my bulging pecs. "Oh, fuck no! Fuck, no, fuck!" I try to shove out away from you but your hand presses my face back. I flail, grabbing onto your arm before forearms rain down onto me. My body bounces in the corner, sliding down. I stare up at you as the fists come. One fist driving up into my pec straight on the nipple. I bounce on my ass launching up from the force of the move. More blows sink into me, leaving me a punch drunk mound of dripping muscle grunting in pain in the corner, the thumps of fists hitting muscle thudding in the gym as the ring ropes squeak and shake from the force.

Brock_Yerger: I continue punching your pecs giving you another hard right jab to your right pec driving harder into your nipple as you grunt out in pain and squirm in the corner. Then I bring my left arm around and drive another hard left jab to your left pec even harder than the last. You wince in pain as sweat dripping even more off you onto the mat, your pecs as sagging and red from my onslaught.

"Your so pathetic Coach, actually your just my bitch now aren't you boy?" as you slump more in the corner now sitting on the middle buckle. I bring my fists back up to my lips and kiss them and then now start punching your abs driving hard jabs into them breaking them down piece by piece. My hard punches go deeper and deeper into your abs as I show my Coach exactly what I can do. I keep wailing on you in the corner and leaving your muscled body battered and beaten. You lean a bit forward as your gold chain hangs as you grunt out in immense pain

Jay-3: Hard punches sink into my six pack. Fuck, I feel sick. I slump over, chain dangling as I lean forward arms at my sides, muscles unflexed and body convulsing in pain. My pecs twitch as drool leaks from my chin onto them. I groan and collapse back leaning on the bottom rope, hanging by my pits out to dry. I lay there and pant, pecs swelling up and down, nipples bobbing with each agonizing rise and fall of my chest. Starin' up at the lights much like how I promised you'd be doing, my handsome face slack mouth slightly askew. After the beating I just receveied I know I need to cut my losses. It pains me to admit it, but I'm fuckin' done, aren't I? So I manage to shamefully groan out, "ungh--fuck...fuck...s-submit...." A shaking hand raises up as I gently begin to slap my swollen pec. And I tap the fuck out

Brock_Yerger: You sitting on your ass as you lean against the bottom rope drenched in sweat as your body is wrecked as I hear you mumbling a bit, I can barely make it out as your body is sweat soaked as your battered pecs puff up trying to take it air. I reach down and grab your hair as I make you look up at me "What was that bitch? Speak up and talk louder boy" as I look down at you as you see my ripped shredded body glisten with sweat as the lights hit down on it so it shines bright and shows off each big muscle as my own gold chain hangs down my neck and drips sweat off it onto you

Jay-3: "Agh, fuck!" Your hand knots as much of my hair as you can and you get a good palm full as you force me to stare up at you. Wincing hard i bite out, "Who the fuck taught you this?" I reach up and grip at your trunks, trying to stabilize myself. Fuck, I take back tapping out. I'm not going to give this shit the satisfaction. Now, I double down. "You fuckin' do whatever you think you can. You just wait, the moment I get one good shot in, I'll have my boot perched on your chest like you deserve you cocky little fuck!"

Brock_Yerger: "I was hoping you weren't done yet cause I'm not" as you run your mouth and telling me how your going to defeat me as I just think to myself "Blah blah blah" as I drop a hard elbow down to the top of your head to stun you as I shove your head back into the corner. I grab the ropes on either side of you and stomp your battered sagging pecs harder and harder and harder really breaking them apart as you spit out more and grunt out with each stomp. I grab your head and pull you up to your feet as you can't stand upright and just fall back against the corner. I slap your face side to side as I press against your reddened pecs and grab onto your arm as I whip you across the ring to the opposite corner but I pull you back towards me using the momentum to deliver a hard short arm clothesline WHAMMMMM

Jay-3: A small elbow shuts me up. And then shoes stomp me further down into the mudhole. I'm laying prone almost spilling out of the corner, my muscles wrapped around the corner post. My top half spills out of the ring, my right arm dangling, sweat dripping down my exposed, stubbled pit. Dragged to my feet and slapped just for insults, my head snapping back and forth. "Ungh, ugh--ugh--" Stumbling forward, muscles bouncing and my gold chain smacking all over my pecs as I'm thrown to the opposite corner. Your still holding onto my arm as you pull me back towards you as your big arm smashes into me with a hard clothesline. Boots in the air and I come to a stop flat on my back center ring.

The mat shakes as I lay splayed out. Thick arms limp above my head as my boots thud onto the canvas. My head falls to the right, face resting in the curve of my soaked right pit, eyes half-lidded. My body is still, but then I convulse, humping the air as my sense comes and goes. Then I'm still for real, nothin' but the pumping of my beet-red pecs slowly rising up....and falling down....up.....down.....up....

Brock_Yerger: I see you laying face up staring into the lights as you once told me that I would be doing as I strut to you cocky and can't help but see myself and how good my muscles look as I hear you moan out on the mat. Your reddened pecs battered and beaten as they puff up trying to take in as much as as you can. I look down seeing your breathing fast at first but then slowly as I know your hurting, I know your in pain, I know you still won't admit defeat even though you did already as I reach down and grab your sweat soaked hair. I pull you up to your feet as your chain dangles to the side as your arms flail around, your still so wobbly and I have to hold you up in place. I wrap my arm around your head as you moan out, I twist around hearing your neck crack and we stand back to back as I'm still holding your head as it lays on my shoulder as I taunt you "Let's see how much you love this bitch" then drop down in a rough neck breaker as the whole ring shakes

Jay-3: I'm a punch drunk mess as I stumble to my boots. I almost fall away from you but you keep me up and guide me, my chain sliding on my skin. You turn me around as I stare out at the mirror, seeing my sweat-soaked heaving body in the reflection but am too groggy to realize it's me. My chain slides and lays askew against my heaving bare chest, resting on my hardening nipple. You drive me straight down and crack me with a neck breaker. I hit the mat, bouncing up. I grunt, eyes almost crossing as the move hits hard. The force launches me onto my ass. Sit there for a second before I collapse back into a wet heap spread eagle, muscles jiggling as the mat vibrates from the force of the move

Brock_Yerger: I drive you down hard with a devastating neck breaker as your once proud muscled body lays on the mat spreadeagled and almost out of it. I look down and see you start to drool out of your mouth as you chain laying across your body over your battered red chest along your nipple. I look down at you as I mock you "At the start of this training session you were running your mouth, telling me what to do, acting like you were in charge and now your laying on your back, like a bitch, wrecked, beaten to a pulp and barely moving.........Your PATHETIC and maybe when this is over you'll be coming to me for lessons cause you'll be no one's "Coach" after this" as I hear you moan out barely able to speak as you stare up into the lights.

I come to you look into your eyes, they are glazed over and almost rolling in the back of your head. I yank your short sweat soaked hair as I slowly pull your head up as I stand over you and rub your face all over my thick bulge as you moan out more letting you take it more and more of my musk and scent getting you more musk drunk. I hear your chain sway and smack all over your broken pecs as I laugh "What a big pussy bitch you are boy" as I slowly pull you up along my ripped shredded abs as your face drags along it then as I bring your head up to my pecs you just fall forward and your face plants right in my pec valley as my own gold chain smacks against your face as you moan out.

I shove you back a bit as you step back extremely wobbly as I kick your abs hard as you bend over slumped as I grab your head and shove it under my arm. "This is something you didn't teach me BUT it is my signature move..........your the first to experience it boy so feel honored and lucky". I don't waste anytime as I quickly fall back as your body lifts up off the mat and I drive your head into the mat with a HUGE DEVASTATING DDT as your face gets spiked into the mat with so much force, so much intensity and so much aggression as the whole ring shakes as your body just flails on the mat as you lay against it moaning. "That's my finisher..............the BROCK STAR" as I turn you over and cover you for the pin. I cover you chest to chest as our sweaty bodies lay against each other.................1.................as I hook your leg and press my big hairy muscular pecs down onto you........................2.............................sweat dripping off me onto you as you moan out under me as I see us in the mirror and I have a big smirk on my sexy face

Jay-3: My face slides against your pecs, my open mouth breathing hot puffs onto your nipple as my face slides down your sweating chest hair, my tongue happening to glide down your drenched muscle. A boot to the abs--another hard blow. My boots lift off the mat as I wrap my thick arms around my midsection, a wet grunt launching from my mouth. I'm pulled under your arm as I bodily stumble into your grip.

My unflexed arms, veined and thick, sway lifelessly. Drops of sweat drip from my pits. I stare down at the mat for a split second, gaining consciousness just long enough for fear to rip through my body. My muscles flex, quivering and tense. "Ungh--f-fuck--oh, god, fuckin' god, no, have some fuckin' mercy, fuck, Brock, don't--don't--fuckin' have mercy, kid--"

SLAMMED down in a DDT, my voice cutting off in a pained groan. I flip up and go slack, collapsing down in a wet, heavy thud. Bouncing once, twice, a third, before settling face down going still. I'm flipped over as my arm dead weights, slapping the mat. Your pecs slap down onto mine, pushing the muscles up so that they dig into my chin, my nipples biting into your skin. You fold me the fuck up as my leg is hiked up, my wrestling trunks barely keeping me in. Boot hanging in the air, knocked the fuck out, pits out to dry. I stare up at the ring lights, my hot breath exhaling as I lay under you limp. You slap the mat one. My body jostles on the canvas as it bounces from your hand slapping the mat. Two. My muscles bounce slightly, but I don't move a muscle to kick out of the pin... the coach covered limp beneath his student

Brock_Yerger: I slap the 3 count as your beaten body under me as I claim victory and shove your leg down aggressively as it hits the mat hard as your body just lays spreadeagled. I sit up and see your gold chain hanging off you as I put my big hands on your pecs before slapping your cheek hard "PATHETIC BITCH" then kneel in front of you as you roll side to side in pain moaning as I lift my big arms up and FLEXXXX HUGE in front of you showing off my impressive, bigger ripped muscular body. "TOLD YOU BOY, YOUR NOT IN MY LEAGUE AND YOU NEVER WILL BE" as I bring each arm up to my lips as I self worship myself by kissing and licking my huge biceps

Jay-3: I stare at the lights. I hear a muffled slap. One. Two. Three. Throw my leg to the side and it thumps down, my body turning slightly beside you. You palm my pecs, palms on the nipples, and slap my face, which now rests in the curve of my other stubbled armpit. I stare at the lights barely conscious, panting for breath. You flex over me as my massive muscled bod lays crumpled beside you, speedo soaked in sweat. Coughin...barely there... fuck, this hurts.

It's a week later after Brock pinned me for the count and I lost our match. When my class meets up again, I enter to a gym in my gym sweats and hoodies and sneakers. The rookies are all waiting there for me. I set my duffel bag down... they're all in their ring gear. I raise an eyebrow, scratching my temple. "The hell are you guys all decked out for? There's no sparring today."

Brock_Yerger: You waltz in and toss your duffel bag down and stare at the boys "Well well well, look who decided to show his face..........don't you remember boy, I owned you and now THIS IS MY CLASS and your the bitch that we are going to use and abuse, isn't that right boys?" as they all chant out in agreement. "Your the "Coach" no more boy and just going to be our sparring dummy bitch" as I shove you down as you drop to your knees looking up at me humiliated

Jay-3: I'm shoved down and stare up at you. "The fuck do you think you are? You win one match--" It feels humiliating even letting that come out. Some of the other rookies come in and grab me by the arms. Three or four of them. "Fuck, Brock, what the hell do you mean sparring dummy?" I flex hard, trying to pry out, but still sore from the beating and against all these rookies... even I couldn't stop this. I'm panicked now, trying to laugh it off. "What's so bad that you have planned out for me, kid?"

As an answer, the rookies slam some forearms into me and tender me up. I groan, buckling on my shoes. They drag me and roll me into the ring. Big guy named Marcus is inside. He grabs me by the throat and picks me up. My eyes widen as I slam into his forearm but I'm still weakened. A big chokeslam drills me into the mat, dribbling my body off the canvas. i grunt and go still on my back, thumping down. I pant hard, groaning as I writhe. The rookies are "oohin" and "ahhin" and talkin shit. They've never seen me take hits like these before.

Marcus is smiling as he grabs my hair and hauls me up. My sweatshirt is hanging crooked as Marcus wraps his arms around my waist and drags my sweating carcass up into one, two, three german suplexes. I'm slammed three times before finally crashing into a heap spread eagle, much like in our match. Marcus walks over, leans down, and unzips my sweatshirt, freeing my swole pecs. He raises a boot and stomps on my freshly bared chest, stepping on my chain and digging his heel into my nip. The rookies scream to count me out, eagerly anticipating their turns finishing me off and pinning me

Brock_Yerger: A couple students names Blake & T.K. who are a tag team want their turn on you as they take their shirts off and roll into the ring. Blake grabs you off the mat by your hair and shoves your head between his legs, your arms hang at your sides as his partner T.K. climbs the ropes as he gets to the top, he turns for a second and flexes his muscles towards us as well as Blake as the group of students hoot and holler excited to see what they have planned. Your chain dangles as your shoved between Blake's legs as he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up upside down. Your body held inverted as the blood rushes to your head as he jumps up at the same time T.K. launches off the top rope as they spike your head into the mat hard as the whole ring shakes as your big body is tossed down to the side as you roll and moan out in pain

Jay-3: I stumble towards them in their practiced grip, and they lift me up for full display before spiking me down into the mat in a joined tag team finisher. I'm drilled down, flipping over and landing on my back on the mat, unmoving. Sweat shines across my pec valley as Blake and T.K. jokers as they are strip my sweatshirt off and lay it across my face. Then, my sweats come off over my boots leaving me in a lycra wrestling speedo. One of the rookies jumps up in my corner and leans over the ropes acting like he's begging for me to tag out. Blake grabs my lifeless arm and pulls it, acting as if I'm struggling, begging for the tag, but at the last minute lets my muscled limb thud to the mat. "Pin! Pin! Pin! Pin!" The rookies shout at the two wrestlers

Brock_Yerger: I take my shirt off revealing my big muscular hairy pecs and take off my sweats pants as I toss it to the boys as they fight over it as I smirk and roll into the ring as everyone else exits as your left on your back stripped and hurting as I grab your hair and yank your head up so you look up at me "I told you boy, this isn't your class anymore, I OWN AND RUN THIS, IF YOUR LUCKY I'LL LET YOU KEEP COMING ONLY TO BE MY PERSONAL TRAINING DUMMY" as I tug on your hair and lift you up to your feet. I kick your abs hard as you slump over holding them as your bent over. I shove your head under my arm as your arms hang at your sides and your gold chain dangles down swaying side to side. The boys chant on the outside "BROCK STAR........BROCK STAR........BROCK STAR" as I smirk as I hear you moan out and then without warning I drop down and spike your head into the mat with so much force and intensity your body just lays there moaning on the mat drooling a bit 

The sound of your head getting spiked into the mat echoes so loudly throughout the entire room as the group of boys let out loud audible gasps with a mixture of "OH FUCK!!!" & "DAMN!!!" as I turn you over and lay on you chest to chest as I grab your leg and hook it back further as I slap the mat as the boys count 1......................2.........................3!!!!!! as I toss your leg down hard to the mat as I sit up and rub my big bulge and FLEXXXXX a HUGE DOUBLE BI POSE as the boys chant and cheer louder loving seeing you getting what you deserve as you roll behind me hurting, moaning as your boots kick the mat

Jay-3: Humbled in the gym, I'm hauled up. Your massive muscles picking me up with ease... and then the final finisher sends me into orbit just like in our match. A shoe to the gut has me swaying into your grip, and another Brock Star delivered in a sea of chants. Pushed onto my back a string of drool breaking from my lips to the mat. I flop down, hooked up and pinned again. Unmoving. One... two... three. My breathing has your muscled body moving up and down with each of my breaths as you flex hard. The rookies chant, and I writhe under your godlike body. I roll over onto my back as I moan out wrecked as my gold chain hangs in my mouth