Rassle N Roll Federation

Kid Nova claimed a narrow victory over San Choi after an epic match up that echoed much like their debut fight. With the buzz rising quickly over the two fighters and their respective groups, the club organizers have been clamoring as to how they can continue to build the hype. Both Kid Nova and San Choi insisted on having their next match immediately, wanting to settle the 1:1 tie that haunts them both. Much to their annoyance, no official match will be booked, saving their third match for the grandest of events to maximize on ticket sales. But also to invest in an easier ring to clean due to the two’s tendency to go above and beyond the normal capacity of the club ring. Going past the two hot-headed wrestlers, the club promoters reached out to the figure heads of each group, demanding for a true faction v faction rivalry to be established as the club’s main draw. Opting to up the ante, each group sent forward their fighters with clean records, no official fights to their name. From the House of Vega, brother of Kid Nova, boasting impressive muscle that rivals Nova himself: Antares Estrella. From the Choi Clan, the man forced from his life of privacy in stark contrast with his kid brother’s worldwide stardom: Hajun Choi. A win for either would not only secure an additional point for their group’s record, but also the spark for what’s sure to be a heightened familial rivalry. Being relatively unfamiliar to the club’s audience other than their connections to Kid Nova and San Choi respectively, both Nova and San get invited (i.e. required) to accompany their brothers’ debut match at ringside.

Hajun_Choi: Entering the wrestling club in the docklands warehouse, I get my first taste of stardom and recognition as I walk alongside my kid brother, San. Fans who arrived early to witness our arrival cheer the moment he comes into sight, but I’m surprised to hear and see some of them calling out for me. Having attended his events in the past, I’m familiar with the excitement, but being the one in the spotlight today has me feeling out of place. We make it to our designated corner of the locker room where I drop my bag and finally let out a deep sigh. “How’d I let you convince me into doing this?” I say, not really asking, giving San a smack to the back of his head before ruffling his hair.

San_Choi_최산: Settling in next to Hajun hyung, I let out a yelp and throw an annoyed pout at him. “Hyung, what if someone else saw that? I have a rep around here!” My voice slightly whiny, more likely to be heard than your actions to have been seen by anyone. I know Hajun is feeling slightly anxious about being here. Not that he’s incapable by any means considering he’s the one who’s trained me. But the spotlight is not his thing. I feel slightly bad for putting up his name, but who better to stand up for our name than him? Ever since my loss to Kid Nova, I haven’t been able to focus on anything else. Every other match is a pure breeze compared to what I endured with him. I’m sure he felt the same way after our first match, but to be experiencing this unending distraction has me feeling more competitive than ever. Turning back to Hajun, I look him seriously in the eyes. “Hyung. You’re going to be fucking amazing out there.”

Hajun_Choi: I smirk down at San as I push up against his head to stand myself up. Stripping off my shirt and sweats, I pull on the black compression shorts that I usually fight in. With them reaching down mid-thigh, they help emphasize the years I put in out on the family farm. Looking myself over in the mirror, I recognize that it’s not as showy as San’s attire, but at least my body more than makes up for it. Slightly more muscle, a thicker waist, and just that bit of extra height over San all help me pull off an impressive enough look for this match. Sitting back down, pulling on the pro boots that San gifted me and finishing off with white wrist tape, I only then notice my brother staring so forwardly. I laugh out deeply, pulling his head down and into my now open pit. Digging the top of his head with my fist, I say back, “That was a given!” With the sound of the crowds filling in, I let San go and clap his thigh. “Better keep an eye on your lover boy out there,” I tease, pushing up again, ready to make my debut.

San_Choi_최산: I feel like a kid whenever Hajun is around, and it doesn’t help that he keeps up the antics from when we were younger. I shove him off just after he pushes up, blushing when he references Kid Nova. “Not my lover…” I protest, but barely. And now I’m left wondering… how will it feel seeing Kid Nova again after that second match of ours?

Antares_Estrella: There's been a strange and palpable tension in the air at the House of Vega this past week. Normally I can hear the endless playful banter of my brothers echoing through the grounds of our home and training facility, but things changed a few days ago. It started the night after Orion's match against Jasper Dolce, eldest son of our father's biggest rival. Although Orion came out victorious, the match pushed my eldest brother to his physical limit, something which came as quite a surprise to all of us. The same happened a few nights later as Nova faced off against his own personal rival, superstar San Choi, the so-called Mountain You Can't Overcome. San had proved the meaning of his name in his first matchup against Nova, completely turning the tables and robbing my brother of what had seemed to be a definite victory. Nova finally got the chance to have a rematch against San, and it looked like it was all over for him once again, until Nova managed to steal the victory out from under San, seemingly getting revenge for their first encounter. Despite this victory, Nova was in shambles after the match, and had to be carried back to the locker room by venue crew and then escorted home to the House of Vega. Given that we pride ourselves so much on our reputation and the fear that our brand strikes in the hearts of potential challengers, these two recent matches have left us all feeling a bit shaken and on edge.

Antares_Estrella: All of this is weighing on my mind when my father, Vega, approaches me while I am working out in our gym. Knowing he is not just there to spot me while I do my squats, I rack the barbell and grab my water while he informs me of the challenge we have received from the local wrestling club. The club is unwilling to arrange a third match between Nova and San Choi, at least for the time being, instead wanting to build up more of a rivalry between the House of Vega and the Choi Clan. Normally we would be able to refuse such demands if we did not agree with them, but Vega explains that both Orion and Nova need more time to recover from their recent matches, moreso mentally than physically, and I would be doing my brothers and our entire family a tremendous favour if I would accept this challenge and face off against a member of the Choi Clan at the Docklands Warehouse.

Antares_Estrella: Just hearing the name of the proposed venue sends a titillating jolt of excitement and anxiousness through my entire body. I haven't yet wrestled there, but its infamous reputation precedes it. It is a seedy venue that attracts a crowd looking for the most intense, erotic displays of physical and sexual domination in the ring. This is not a venue for just typical wrestling matches, this is where wrestlers put their whole self on the line to try and cum out on top. I am almost taken aback by the suggestion, but I can see in Vega's face that my father is completely serious, his eyes almost pleading with me to accept the challenge without argument. Getting the sense this is very important for the family and our brand, I nod and accept. "Better let me get back to my squats, then. Sounds like I'll need my amazing ass to be in the best shape possible."

Antares_Estrella: The night of the match, Nova and I arrive at the Docklands Warehouse. Part of the conditions of the match were that San Choi and Nova must be in attendance, watching but not interfering. Part of me is relieved knowing I will have Nova there in the audience, supporting me, but the thought is also a bit nerve-wracking as well. Trying to shake those negative thoughts out of my head, I let Nova escort me back to the changing area, where I start to get ready. Stripping out of my street clothes, I first tug on a tight green mesh jockstrap with black straps. It's a tight fit on my thick, beefy thighs and waist, and I can tell that my recent training has added even a bit more bulk to my juiciest assets. Nova laughs as I squirm and adjust myself into the jockstrap, the green mesh pouch only serving the function to hold my thick package in place, the mesh so thin and open that it is essentially transparent. "Not a problem you have to deal with" I tease Nova, making a slight jab at his leaner build and smaller endowment, trying to relieve some of the tension I am feeling. He jokes and hands me my House of Vega singlet, the same design as his, but with dark green accents instead of his trademark purple. The singlet fitting my body like a glove, giving even more prominence to my juicy curves, I finally sit and pull on my matching green wrestling shoes, lacing them up and then checking myself out from head to toe. I have to admit, it is an impressive sight, and tribute to the hard work I have put in at the family gym. Nova gives me a firm slap on my impressive ass before wishing me luck and heading out to take his seat. "Behave yourself out there" I call after him, knowing that with San Choi also in attendance, he might have a bit of a hard time keeping his focus purely on me.

Kid_Nova: Helping Antares get ready in the changing area, I constantly find my mind wandering back to a few nights ago, remembering how the venue crew had to carry me back here, exhausted and unable to support my own weight after my grueling match with San Choi. Even though I claimed victory, that match cost me everything. Never before have I had an opponent who could test me so much, could push me to all of my limits, and force me to have to be the best version of myself, physically and mentally, just to keep up with him. I've been unable to get San Choi off my mind since our first match, and our second one only made things worse. I think of him constantly throughout the day, and at night, well...let's just say I have not had a good night's sleep since this seductive superstar managed to get the spotlight in my mind and refuses to let it go. Even the scent of the venue has me thinking back to our match, and I find my cock instantly stiffening in my pants. Antares can tell I am distracted, and I am sorry for that, because I am here to support him. But try as I might, I cannot pull my thoughts away from San Choi. The Mountain I Cannot Overcome. The one who will be sitting out there tonight. The one I cannot get enough of. Fuck. "Pull yourself together!" I shout in my mind. I need to support Antares. Giving his incredible ass a firm slap that lets it jiggle in his tight singlet, I head out to find the best place to sit where I can have the best view of the action and cheer him on. And maybe that seat will also give me a good view of San Choi. I'll make sure that it does.

San_Choi_최산: Not wanting to steal Hajun's limelight, I grab his wrist and stop him from heading out of the changing room. "Hyung, wait," I say as I pull myself up off the bench to stand next to him. Holding his thick shoulder with a firm and assuring grip, I slide forward in front of him. His body for some reason looking more impressive than all the times we've practiced together, as if he's been putting the time in to prepare for his first major appearance in public. "Let me make my way out first. The full focus should be on you and the Vega boy they put up for you." I stick my tongue out from the implication and rush out before you can strangle me, laughing as I skip past the curtains that separate the arena from the backstage area. With the guidance of some of the backstage crew, the venue having hired on additional staff ever since my match with Kid Nova, I get led out through the audience as the fans clamor around trying to greet me and sneak a high five. Looking for a ringside seat that's supposed to be designated for me, I notice that all seats have already been taken up with fans of our respective groups. Finding the promoter with the announcers at their table, I ask, "Hey! Was I meant to be ringside? Or should I be.. out there?" motioning at the ring. He shakes his head and waves at the two extra seats at the commentators' table, "Right here, Mountain Man!" It's my turn to get my shoulder clapped as he rushes over to... Kid Nova. I gulp down my nerves, package already stirring as the promoter brings Nova over, realizing... we're announcing this match... together... side by side.

Hajun_Choi: Rolling my shoulders, jumping in place and shooting out a few punches into the air, and shaking out whatever nerves I had coming into here, I breathe out and convince myself it's time. I barely start to make my way out when San pulls me back, and gets in front of me. It's always amusing to see my kid brother try to act tough in front of me, but he's legitimately gotten stronger compared to before. "Hmm?" I react first, expression dropping when he flaunts his stardom. Not that he's an actual narcissist, but his awareness of my discomfort being in the public eye like him is always something he pushes. I miss my grab for him and throw my leg out instead, just barely grazing his cheeky ass as I call out, "I'll break you after I break this Vega boy!" Shaking my head, I resume my warm up until the backstage hand comes to let me know that everything's ready. One last look in the mirror, my form looking even firmer than when I came in with my muscles bulging in all the right places, I smirk and start to understand San's obsession with all this. "Now, I'm ready."

Kid_Nova: Making my way through the impressively large crowd, looking for a good place to sit, I politely refuse some fans who offer to make space for me or even give up their own seats for my benefit. Suddenly I feel a hand clasp me on the shoulder and I turn to see the promoter gesturing for me to come with him, a mischievous smirk on his face revealing that he is up to something. Following behind him, he leads me right to the front where the commentator's table is positioned...and San Choi is already sitting with a free seat next to him. It's immediately clear to me what the promoter has in mind. With a confident shrug, I make my way around the table and squeeze in between one of the announcers and San Choi, having to muscle myself into the tight space, making a bit of a point that my broad shoulders need a bit more space. As I sit, my thigh brushes up against San's, and I feel a tingle of electricity shoot through my body, straight to my groin. I try to keep a straight face as I reach down to subtly adjust myself, assuming this might be a recurring problem throughout the match.

ANNC: “Well would you look at that! Our two superstars looking just perfect together. It’s a tight fit at this table, but you two are already… familiar, yeah? You remember our announcer, right? Now, he’s got the main mic for the fight tonight, but we got a second mic set up for the two of you. Even though you two aren’t the main event tonight, you know our fans want to hear from you! That said, don’t be moaning into that mic all night… or maybe just a bit to rile the fans up? But you two know what it’s like in there. Hype up your brothers!”

San_Choi_최산: Having left the seat between me and the announcer open, the other seat next to me apparently belonging to the promoter for easy access to the bell, I gulp down the breath I had built up when Kid Nova appears before me. Our eyes meet and instantly I feel the fire ignite. I want to take him down right now, both to pin him and break our tie… and also to claim the ass that should be mine. I feel my lips quirk up in a half smirk half snarl, the competitive edge in me intensifying even with Nova just standing there. When he comes around, I purposefully don’t move toward the other free seat, forcing Nova to squeeze in between me and the announcer. My own wide shoulder bumping against yours as we already compete for space. When you actually do push through and manage to sit though, our thighs firmly pressed against each other, I stiffen up but try to pass it off as me straightening myself up to claim the nonexistent space between us. The reality being that my bulge is already twitching and my head is barely processing anything the promoter is telling us. My eyes aren’t even on him, but still the peripheral of muscle, muscle that had knocked me out in our last match, gets me taking deeper breaths. Only once the promoter stops rambling do I focus in, nodding. “You can count on me,” I say, not really knowing my role here other than possibly introducing my brother to the fans. But with Kid Nova on my side… well, let’s see where my real focus will be.

ANNC: "Welcome everyone to the Docklands Warehouse. We've got quite a crowd here tonight, one of the biggest we've ever had, and it's no surprise why. After the explosive rematch we had last week between San Choi of the Choi Clan and Kid Nova of the House of Vega, it's becoming clear that we have a true rivalry developing here, and not just between those two wrestlers. This seems to be a start of a true faction feud, and we are more than happy to help add fuel to that fire. In doing so, we have set up a special match tonight, in which we have invited each faction to send one representative who has a perfectly clean - maybe I can even say...virgin...record in the ring. These two wrestlers will be battling it out to not only kickstart their own professional career with a solid victory, but also to defend and uphold the reputation and honour of their respective faction. A lot is riding on the shoulders of each of these fresh faces, and we will see who can withstand the pressure and win, and who crumbles and falls in defeat."

Antares_Estrella: Hearing my name announced, I confidently stride forward, making my way through the crowded venue to the sound of cheers and whistles. Getting to the ring, I see the jam-packed commentator's table with Nova, San and the announcer all squeezed together, watching me closely. I nod to them before climbing up onto the apron and slipping through the ropes. Damn there are a lot of people here tonight. Bouncing on my toes, feeling the canvas under my feet, I swing my arms and loosen up a bit, trying to keep my cool and not let the pressure or crowd get to me. Heading to my corner, I pace a bit along the ropes, waiting for my opponent to be announced, immensely curious to finally see who I will be facing tonight in my debut match.

ANNC: “And his opponent, standing at 5’11 and weighing in at 176 pounds, the debuting member of the Choi Clan, he is the big brother of K-pop idol San Choi, make some Docklands Warehouse noise for HA. JUN. CHOOOIIII!”

Hajun_Choi: It’s finally my turn. The anticipation having built up to its apex, especially when the staff held me back and had my opponent enter first without either of us seeing each other. As soon as the announcer calls out our family namesake, I burst through the curtains with my arms spread out up and high. Letting out a big, “WOO!” to rile up the crowd, trying to take a page out of my brother’s book.  Jumping up at the entrance, I land down hard and raise one fist into the air, letting the fans continue to pour on the adoration as I look for San. Seeing him stuck side-by-side with Kid Nova, I let out a laugh as I rush to the ring, hands still out to my sides to high five all of the fans that I can. Hustling myself at the apron, I make a huge leap up to the apron, gripping the middle ropes to support me upwards before climbing through. This whole time I’d just been trying to acclimate myself that I finally notice my opponent. Antares. Looking him over with a more serious expression, as if analyzing every part of his body, I give him a once over before finally locking eyes. I wink all of a suddenly before smirking, moving to my corner with my back to do some push ups against the top ropes and help let this adrenaline feel more properly distributed through my body.

ANNC: “It’s absolutely electric here tonight for your brothers’ debuts! As expected of the fans of the House of Vega and the Choi Clan! Anything we should be on the look out for tonight, San? Nova?”

San_Choi_최산: Grabbing the mic first, as if it’s a competition, arm brushing against Nova’s as I smirk into the mic. “I want everyone to know. Hajun hyung, my big bro, he’s the one who trained me. So all that you see me do to this guy?” I point my thumb over at Nova. “Hajun will be even crazier!”

Kid_Nova: Watching San's brother approach the ring, it's clear this guy knows how to make an entrance. Theatrics must run in the family. Yet despite Hajun's showmanship, my eyes keep getting drawn back to Antares. His quiet stoic nature betrays a quiet confidence that I've come to find can be quite dangerous in the ring. Deciding not to let San, Hajun and the Choi Clan steal all the attention before the match even begins, I snatch the mic away from San. "You know, one could argue that the bigger the entrance a wrestler has to make, the more they feel they need to compensate for. I'm confident Antares' performance in the ring will speak for itself." Firing a teasing grin at San, I hand the mic back to the announcer, pre-match anxiousness pumping through my veins as if I were the one in the ring, and not my half-brother.

Antares_Estrella: As Hajun is being announced, I maintain a cool, emotionless face, studying him closely as he enters the ring. It's something my brothers and father taught me. Don't let your face give away your emotions. Instead I watch you with an expression of mild interest, assessing your showy entrance and the way you carry yourself. You are brimming with confidence, but could that be to overcompensate for your nervousness or inexperience? Sizewise, we are more or less the same height, which is a relief for me, given that Orion recently had to take on an opponent who towered over him. I've always struggled in training against opponents with very long limbs. I have a few more pounds on me, and it's no secret that they are mostly in my thick thighs and beefy ass. Not about to be completely shown up by your flashy entrance and pre-match antics, I drop and do a few squats, giving an extra pop to my ass each time, knowing how to work my best asset. I casually adjust my singlet a bit, then lean back into the corner once more, watching you from across the ring, ready and eager to get this match underway.

Hajun_Choi: Facing away and finishing my stretches, the cheers of the fans sounds different now. I look over and see you showing off with some squats, seeming to stick that ass out with particular emphasis. Those thighs now getting shown off even more than when you just stood there. Standing there cross armed in my compression shorts, I smirk as the fans eat it up while my brother and Nova seem to bicker about something. I can barely hear the announce table over the noise and pay them no attention. It’s our spotlight anyway. We both adjust our respective gear, neither of us showing any sign of intimidation from the other. It’s only a moment longer after the ref finishes their final check of us for any foreign objects, taking a lingering moment checking over my cock in my compression shorts. This is definitely not like the fights back home, but I can’t deny that it feels good. Pushing off the ropes finally, I get to the center of the ring, ready to finally start this match. Matching in height but boasting a thicker body overall, especially in the lower half, I can’t help but smirk and do a quick upwards nod at you. Both arms up, ready for you to meet them, ready for me to take control.

Hajun_Choi: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚅ 6 + ⚃ 4 = 10

Antares_Estrella: !set hp
@Antares_Estrella's HP is set to 100 / 100

Antares_Estrella: !set pleasure 0/50
@Antares_Estrella's PLEASURE is set to 0 / 50

Antares_Estrella: Seeing you make your way out toward the center of the ring, I follow suit, approaching you with a measured, confident swagger. Slipping my hands under the straps of my singlet, I pull them away from my solid chest and give them a snap. Eyeing you up and down once more as we face off against each other, the ring brimming with energy in anticipation of our match, I return your nod and smirk, before raising my arms to meet yours, determined to get an early advantage over you in this match and then work it until I claim victory over you for the proud House of Vega.

Antares_Estrella: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚁ 2 + ⚀ 1 = 3

Hajun_Choi: !set hp
@Hajun_Choi's HP is set to 100 / 100

Hajun_Choi: !set pleasure 0/50
@Hajun_Choi's PLEASURE is set to 0 / 50

Hajun_Choi: You try to play it off as being confident and cool, snapping those straps against your thick pecs. I can’t deny that you look damn well built, but that’s just going to be some extra muscle for me to break. We each have something to prove, a group’s reputation to uphold, a common understanding that neither of us will be holding back. Your arms finally raise, signaling the bell to start this match and the roar of the fans is intense. So much so that I push forward first from the thrill of the crowd energizing my body.

Hajun_Choi: !throw
My move failed.

Hajun_Choi: Wanting to start off strong, I make an attempt to break our hands away from each other, hoping to throw you down in an early belly-to-belly duplex. But your fingers grip hard, refusing to let me go, and forcing me to respond with just as intense of a grip to see if I can get you to break out of our lock up.

Hajun_Choi: !hold
I'm able to maintain my hold.

Hajun_Choi: My right fingers dig into your left hand, as do yours to my hand, that we force a break of those hands just from the sheer pressure alone. The intensity in our eyes showing that we’re not worried about pushing the other too far. But it’s my agility that gains me the upper hand. With your right hand still being clutched by my left, I slide to my left and pull your arm down in my direction, twisting it behind your back for a simple hammerlock. Immediately once locked in, even as you try to move around, I start cranking it, wanting to increase the intensity of this hold once you slow down. My right hand joins in to grip your arm tighter and make it more strenuous on your shoulder, but also gives me a chance to let my left hand release which gets ready to pull you into a hammerlock half nelson combo.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚅ 6 = 11 damage. HP down to 89.

Hajun_Choi: ”Not sure if these thighs of yours will be of any help here,” I growl, a slight chuckle in my taunt as I feel your shoulder already straining with how I’m forcing it to bend.

Antares_Estrella: Locking up with you, I immediately feel you try to pry your hands away from mine, clearly trying to make a move as you already start to shift your weight. Gripping tight, I keep you held in the lockup, trying to somehow leverage the advantage over you. But you dig your fingers into my left hand, forcing us to break half of our grip. You follow up quickly, snagging my wrist and wrenching it into a painful hammerlock, immediately applying pressure to my broad shoulder, using both your hands to force my arm higher and higher up my back, clearly trying to wear me down right from the start. I grunt and groan as the pain already burns in my arm as I try to resist and pry myself free from your grip.

Antares_Estrella: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Antares_Estrella: Trying to steal back control from you, I flex my arm and pivot, trying to twist free of your grip and get behind you, but with both of your hands gripping my arm, your hold is far too strong and I let out a groan as I go up on my toes, my chest and shoulders straining from the force you are applying with the simple yet effective hammerlock.

Antares_Estrella: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Antares_Estrella: Unable to twist free, I grit my teeth and fire my free elbow back toward you, trying to drill your ribs and hopefully force you to loosen your grip, but my elbow strikes nothing but air. Unable to see you, I cannot tell if I simply missed my mark or you pivoted out of the way, but regardless, I let out another groan as you continue to apply steady pressure to my arm, keeping me locked in your grip.

Antares_Estrella: !escape
I struggle and escape from your hold.

Antares_Estrella: Doing my best to keep a clear mind and not let you get to me this early in the match, I take a deep breath, then quickly stomp down hard on your foot, looking to cause more of a distraction than anything. I feel your weight shift behind me and I fire my elbow back again, this time nailing my mark as I feel my elbow sink into your muscled side. Your hands loosen from the shock and I twist free of the hammerlock, immediately spinning to face you, shaking my arm out as I watch you carefully, already having gotten a taste of your strength.

Antares_Estrella: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 damage. HP down to 91.

Antares_Estrella: Already getting a sense of how intense this match is going to be, I know I need to immediately get on the offensive and not leave you any openings to exploit. With a speed and agility that doesn't seem to match my build, I leap up and slam the soles of my wrestling shoes into your chest with a big flying dropkick, my feet landing squarely on their target, sending you flying back toward the corner post. Dropping to the canvas, I instantly roll and spring up to my feet with surprising grace, watching you closely, intentionally not closing in on you, staying instead at ring center.

Kid_Nova: "He might not look it now, but Antares did years of ballet when he was growing up. That's part of the reason his legs and ass are so damn impressive, and it's given him that speed and agility that you've just witnessed. Plenty more of that coming Hajun's way."

Hajun_Choi: My grip on your arm is unforgiving. Unwilling to let go. But your constant struggling prevents me from releasing my left hand from you, unable to progress with the hold and further break you down. Your resistance a testament to the strength of the House of Nova boys, but it takes a near stomp to my foot for me to break focus. This small gap ends up being just enough for you to actually strike me with your elbow and force my grip to loosen. Rather than taking damage, I let you go, ready to take this fight head on.

Hajun_Choi: Moving forward, anticipating another lock up, I end up walking right into a harsh dropkick right into my chest! The surprise force sends me stumbling backwards in an effort to not crash down on to my back. My chest is stinging, but I’m thankful that my footwork keeps me standing. But what’s more stunning than this sudden attack is who pulled it off. You roll back up, getting to your feet with such speed and elegance. I let out a scoff, masking how impressed I actually am. “So the big boy can dance,” I chuff out, regaining my composure and pushing off the ropes to bring it back to close combat.

Hajun_Choi: !kick
My kick missed.

Hajun_Choi: !hold
I'm able to maintain my hold.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚀ 1 = 2 damage. HP down to 87.

Hajun_Choi: “Then let’s dance.” It feels like I’m taking a page out of my little brother’s book, but it just feels right in this moment. Showing how light I can be on my feet, I pace forward and begin my spin for a roundhouse kick, foot angled up high to knock hard into that handsome face. But my eyes catch you already ducking down, forcing me to pivot this kick to my advantage. The moment my leg clears your body with you being bent forward, I land back easily onto both my feet and simply step forward. My right arm snakes around your bowed head and pulls you against the side of my body for a front headlock. With a quick jerk, I force your legs to follow me as I reposition us in the center of the ring, securing my grip on you once more.

San_Choi_최산: Elbowing Kid Nova lightly, reclaiming the mic, I retort with great pride, “So in other words, he’s got better footwork than you?” My fans laugh just as Hajun regains control of Antares. “Let’s not forget that Hajun’s strength and skill come from his years working on our family’s abalone farm. That’s a man of the sea whose moves flow like the ocean!”

Antares_Estrella: Easily ducking your attempted roundhouse kick, I'm about to lunge for your body when you press in close and snake your arm around my head, dragging me toward you with a front headlock and pulling me with you toward ring center with surprising strength. Hands grasping at your sides as I try to plant my weight and increase my inertia, stopping you from dragging me further around the ring and giving me a better position to resist you.

Antares_Estrella: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Antares_Estrella: Pulled in close at your side, I try to use my position to my advantage, grasping at your body, but you twist yourself away from me, squeezing your arm tighter on my head as you continue to lead me in ring center, preventing me from getting a grip on you while you continue to keep me locked in the headlock.

Antares_Estrella: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Antares_Estrella: Again, hands reaching out as I try to get a hold on you, but you continue to evade my efforts, narrowly escaping my attempts to secure you in my arms while continuing to lead me around step by step with the headlock. Grunting as I struggle to pry myself free of you arm, the hold not wearing me down but preventing me from getting on the offensive while you work on controlling the narrative of this match right from the start.

Antares_Estrella: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Antares_Estrella: Deciding that I should just get free of your headlock, I clamp my hands to your waist and drop my ass, throwing my own weight back as leverage as I press against you, trying to pry my head free of your hold. But your arm flexes tighter as you resist my efforts, keeping me trapped tight against you. I let out a groan, shocked at your strength and tenacity, not having expected you to be able to hold the headlock so tightly, but you have me trapped against you as I realize I am in a bit of trouble here.

Antares_Estrella: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6 damage. HP down to 85.

Antares_Estrella: Frustrated with my inability to escape, I stop trying to pry myself free and instead slam my fist into your side, grinding my knuckles into your ribs. The close proximity prevents me from getting a full swing in, but it's still enough to drive some of the air from you as I feel you recoil a bit from the impact.

Kid_Nova: "Come on, Antares! Get outta there!"

Hajun_Choi: Attempt after attempt against my body, and yet you fail each one. My own twisting this way and that way, refusing to let your arms get a grip on me while continuing to crank your neck in every direction I move. Just like a giant sack of abalone, I force you to follow me, even though your legs try to defy me and hold back. All of your grunting only makes me hold on tighter, revealing how well I can control even something or someone heavier than myself. Even an impressive attempt to escape that has your ass getting thrown back fails, my grip far too tight on that thick neck. My chest swells when I hear that groan, usually a clear sign in all my other matches that my opponent has accepted he’s been subdued. You finally slow down, only to throw a decent fist right into my side. “Urgh! You wanna play rough huh?”

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚀ 1 = 6 damage. HP down to 81.

Hajun_Choi: My free arm rises, reaching over to your back and slams down a fist against your shoulder blade. Matching your own strength and trying to earn myself another groan or grunt, I take pleasure as your body starts to show red and you’re forced to focus either on resisting or escaping. “Liked that?”

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚄ 5 = 10 damage. HP down to 71.

Hajun_Choi: My free arm rises again, this time as a fist and into the air, as if to summon the strength for a more devastating hit. I jerk your head towards me to force you to stumble again, flexing into the side of your neck to weaken you further. As soon as you steady yourself, the fist comes slamming down hard toward your rib this time. A diagonal force straight into your side, the same area that you had struck on my own body. “Feast on more!” My body getting hot from the intensity I’m dealing, the need to break you early, causing sweat to drip over your back when I shake my head.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse @Hajun_Choi
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚃ 4 = 5 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 5.

Hajun_Choi: !knee
My knee strike connected and did ⚁ 2 + ⚃ 4 = 6 damage. HP down to 65.

Hajun_Choi: The long lasting groan that buried into the side of my torso out of your frowning lips does something to me. My body already so hot to the touch, it makes my compression shorts feel tighter than they’ve ever felt against my frame. Is this what it’s like for San? I think to myself, enjoying the public demolishing of a muscle stud far more than I ever thought I would. It’s to the point that I have to take my free hand down to adjust my cock, giving my own bulge a good rub that leaves me smirking cockily for the Dockside audience. “Fuuuuuck yeah..” I moan out, moving my hand now to your singlet, gripping at one of the openings for extra support as I suddenly throw my knee up against you. Striking directly into your singlet covered abs, I feel your muscle almost ripple against me as I force you to keep up the groaning.

San_Choi_최산: “So… when is that ballet training going to help him escape?” I ask, voice far too full of snark just to get under Kid Nova’s skin. My legs spread so that I can further press my thighs against his.

Antares_Estrella: Failing at my efforts to free myself from your shockingly powerful headlock, I let out a low groan as you slam your arm down into my wide open upper back. Squirming against you, I try to pry myself away, but your grip on me is too tight. Suddenly, you slam your fist into my side, your position allowing you to muster more force than I could, and I loud groan explodes from my mouth as I jolt from the hard hit. Staggering on my feet now, you grip even tighter on my head and drill my abs with a heavy knee. Another blast of air explodes from my lips against your bare skin as I let out a pained moan, unable to resist as I double over even more, my thick legs shaking as I start to slump next to you, looking like I might even be forced to drop down to one knee.

Antares_Estrella: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Antares_Estrella: Starting to take quite a beating, I desperately need to escape this headlock. Doubled over from the knee to my abs, I reach my arms out, once again trying to get a hold on you. But you continue to twist away from my attempts, your arm locked tight in my neck as you keep leading me in the center of the ring, preventing me from getting a good hold on you or getting enough purchase on the canvas to mount a powerful enough resistance to escape you. I let out a frustrated groan into your side as you keep me trapped in your headlock.

Antares_Estrella: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Antares_Estrella: This time grabbing your arm, I try desperately to loosen your hold, prying at your grip while dropping my meaty ass down, using my legs to try and thrust me away from you, but despite my efforts, you flex your arm and resist, keeping me locked tight and riding out my escape attempt, allowing me to tire myself out in the process. I slump in your headlock, gasping for air, panic starting to set it as you demonstrate how easily you can control me with this simple hold.

Antares_Estrella: !arouse @Antares_Estrella
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 9.

Antares_Estrella: Slumping against you as I try to recover some air, I find myself squirming a bit as I feel my cock hardening in my singlet. My cheeks flush as I realize that getting outmuscled by you is turning me on. Knowing I definitely cannot allow myself to succumb to this any further, I grit my teeth and try once more to break free of your vice like grip, groaning as all my muscles strain and flex in unison...

Antares_Estrella: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Antares_Estrella: But despite all my efforts, I fail yet again as you keep your powerful headlock secured tight and I let out another low groan, my body slumping again, pecs heaving as i suck in air, visibly struggling as I am unable to extract myself from your grip.

Antares_Estrella: !caress
I please and arouse you, doing ⚀ 1 + ⚃ 4 = 5 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 10.

Antares_Estrella: Pressed tight against your body, smelling the scent of your sweat building on your skin, I can feel your body responding to mine, and realize that you are also getting aroused by your control over me. Having been unable to free myself and having few other courses of action available, I reach down and start to massage your bulge, feeling you instantly respond to my touch as I let out another groan against your skin.

Kid_Nova: Watching in absolute horror as Hajun resists each of Antares' attempt to free himself. I know how powerful Antares is, so seeing him failing to muscle out of such a simple hold shows me how strong Hajun's hold on him must be. I feel my cock stirring as you press your thigh to mine, taunting me as I am forced to watch my half brother getting outmuscled by your brother, the reputation of the House of Vega definitely being challenged in this moment.

Hajun_Choi: That knee strike was exactly what was needed to keep you in my control. The way your thick body folds for me and flails in its attempt to break free amuses me. Those powerful thighs proving to be unable to even help you stand properly as you stagger all over in my continued forced parade of your body. I throw my head back, sweat whipping into the air, with my free arm stretched out, just like how I entered earlier. A deep laugh erupts out to rile up my fans and warn you and your fans of what’s to come. Your response only being continued hot breaths against my torso accompanied by pained moans. “Didn’t know you were a singer too?” I taunt. “Maybe my brother could give you some lessons.” No attempt of your arms to hold me still proving successful, seemingly only making you more frustrated and incapable of actually performing how you should. Even when you try to throw your large behind and thighs to the canvas, my arm proves its strength from all those years of handling heavier bundles than you. That should have been the last attempt, but still I let you try, only further wearing yourself down for me. Those hefty pecs rising and falling can be felt because of how heavy your breathing has become, and it only makes me smirk that much harder.

Hajun_Choi: “Finally, he’s accepted his—“ Like my brother, my ears glow bright red when stimulated the right way. Already getting aroused from my control of you, your hands at my package get me feeling even hotter, even starting to leak a bead within my compression shorts. “Hah! Is that what you want?” I can’t deny that I’m turned on from your insistence to touch down below, but the fact that you’re trapped against me only makes it that much more arousing.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚀ 1 = 4 damage. HP down to 61.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚃ 4 = 5 damage. HP down to 56.

Hajun_Choi: My free arm reaches across your wide back, rubbing those muscles that seem useless at this point. A quick slap to your spine and a jerk to your body forces your arm to shoot backwards. My free hand grabs your wrist, pulling that arm against your back for another hammerlock while your head remains subdued within my pit. “That’s right, stretch it out,” I growl, twisting your arm back as much as I can force it to. Twisting you left and right, straining your neck and your shoulder, I ensure that we’re square in the center of the ring before hooking your left leg with my right and falling backwards to smash your forehead straight into the canvas with this hammerlock DDT!

Hajun_Choi: 

Hajun_Choi: Even after that devastating smash of skin to canvas, I still don’t let go. Proving my grip strength throughout this match, I remain relentless in my forced constriction. Your arm still pulled against your back, I force that shoulder to give and bring your hand all the way to my bulge as I lean my package towards your body. “Liked feeling that didn’t you?” Another growling taunt, encouraging you to keep feeling me up since I’m already so aroused from how this muscle stud is getting manhandled by me. I relent a moan from how your hand seems to fit perfectly against my increasingly throbbing package, but the heightened arousal only fuels my desire to dominate. My squeeze on your head and neck only tightening now that I’ve got the canvas to support my lower body, especially with my leg still wrapped with yours in this half grapevine of sorts.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse @Hajun_Choi
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚀ 1 = 2 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 12.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚀ 1 = 4 damage. HP down to 52.

San_Choi_최산: All of the intensity from Hajun is what I expected. Why else would I recruit him? But when he forces the hammerlock to get Antares to… arouse him? I almost have to turn away from how hot and unexpected this is, telling myself to try this against Kid Nova. But with my head turn, I end up looking straight at Kid Nova’s side profile. My head darts back to face forward as I clear my throat, unable to even comment on my brother’s impressive display of control with what’s stirring in me.

Antares_Estrella: Trying to ignore your taunts as I continue to struggle in your brutally tight headlock, unable to extract myself as you show off how powerful your grip strength is. Your slap at my spine causes me to reach back reflexively, playing right into your trap as you once again snare my arm in a hammerlock. I groan into your side as you work my shoulder once more, the combined holds threatening to wear me down even faster. As you hook my leg, I get only the briefest warning of your intention, just barely getting my free arm out enough to slightly break the fall, mitigating some of the impact and prevent you from completely stunning me with the DDT.

Antares_Estrella: Still trapped in your headlock, I let out a loud groan of pain as you force my arm across my back, jamming my hand against your bulge while punishing my shoulder. I kick and squirm, my thick legs flailing as I desperately try to fight through this painful hold that is wearing me down faster and faster. I am in serious trouble, my normally cool demeanor gone as I squirm and struggle on the canvas, in disbelief at how tightly you have been able to maintain your hold on me.

Antares_Estrella: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Antares_Estrella: Refusing to give in, I pull my free leg under me, pushing up on one knee as I also try to push up with my free arm. Desperately fighting to push myself up and somehow free myself from your vice-like holds, I groan loudly as my body slowly rises up, my muscles trembling from the effort. But with one arm in the hammerlock, one powerful leg hooked, and my head locked tight to your side, I am unable to get the leverage I need. With another groan, I slump back down, pecs heaving as I pant, desperately trying to get air and energy for another attempt to get out of your brutally tight grip.

Antares_Estrella: !escape
I struggle and escape from your hold.

Antares_Estrella: Slumping back down on top of you, I feel your foot slide a bit along my leg. My powerful lower body still fresh, I kick out violently with my trapped leg, freeing it from your foot. Not giving you the chance to resecure my leg, I scramble up to my knees, before sliding my free hand under your back. In a display of raw power, I groan and push up to my feet, hoisting you up with me, my free arm helping to lift you so as not to put your entire weight on my hammerlocked arm and shoulder. Feeling your back and shoulders leave the canvas, I then drop down hard to my knees, slamming you into the canvas. It's not a powerful slam, but the jolt is enough to cause you to loosen your hold. The second I feel your grip loosen, I growl and pry myself free, wrenching myself away from you, clearly desperate to get free of your control. Staggering back, my pecs heave as I suck in air, finally able to breathe freely, although the hold and my failed efforts to free myself took quite a bit out of me. I pace a bit as I try to buy myself a few moments to recover, needing to reset a bit after that punishing hold.

Antares_Estrella: !recover
You recover ⚂ 3 + ⚀ 1 = 4 damage. HP up to 56.

Kid_Nova: Let out a sigh of relief as Antares finally frees himself from Hajun's powerful hold on him, but my relief is short-lived as I see how worn down and disheveled Antares looks. "Come on Antares, time to give him a taste of your own power!" I call out in support, trying to motivate my half-brother, sensing his confidence is wavering a bit after getting outmuscled by the leaner Hajun.

Hajun_Choi: This venue, this ring, this feud… never have I wrestled like this before. I was the one who trained my brother in the majority of his skills, bar the erotic stuff he employs so well. But fuck. Forcing your hand against me while demolishing you at the same time? This is my style: my pleasure, your demise. These thoughts running in my mind as my package remains hard and full against you, my arms hard at work to continue breaking down your stamina. Your head burning hot against my body, your arm increasingly forced to bend in ways it shouldn’t. All for me. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to be this selfish, so it’s no wonder my body is relishing in all this. Your continued efforts to escape only amuse me further, especially seeing those thick legs prove utterly useless. The House of Vega fans try to start a chant to rile you up, but it only makes me grin even wider as you continue to fail.

Hajun_Choi: Having maintained total control for so long, and securing even more once I take us down to the canvas, I’m in the state of mind that this match is mine. Not that I’m underestimating you, but your repeated attempts to escape all failing on top of my further secured hold. There’s no way… until you find a way. Forcing me to adjust, you take advantage of the tiniest window, using your sheer strength and lifting me in some desperate power struggle. You achieve some height, finally showing me a strategy that might help you. It’s a weak lift, but it’s still enough to make me exert caution. Falling back in your short range slam, I tighten my grip on your head as we fall back and only loosen my grip in case these slams actually become damaging. You immediately notice and free yourself, much to the joy of your fans who have been anxious about your inability to escape. I push up into seated position without any difficulty, sitting and watching my legs fully stretched out and my arms behind me. Literally just letting you recover as I look around, with a cheeky open mouthed grin, licking my lips as your body shines with sweat and appears highlighted red in the areas I’ve damaged. “Thought we were having fun,” I call out.

Hajun_Choi: !punch
My punch missed.

Hajun_Choi: Kipping up, I quickly get myself back to my feet and use that momentum to lunge forward with my fist pulled back. Trying to surprise you with a Superman style punch, you’ve seemed to recover enough awareness that you slide just enough to my right to avoid it. My downward swing pushing my arm to my left, only my elbow has a chance to graze you, but my leap is too far and lands me behind you as I land cleanly and grab hold of the top ropes to stabilize myself.

Hajun_Choi: !hold
I'm able to maintain my hold.

Hajun_Choi: But it doesn’t matter. My mind is set on wearing you down and getting into that mind of yours. My bulge desperate to get back close to you as this absence from your touch is already frustrating me. Though you dodged my punch, I land just behind you, making it an easy slide forward to press my pecs and bulge against your back and ass. “Guess who?” I taunt, snaking my arms through your pits. Though you struggle, I jerk you around much like I did with the head lock earlier, but this time throwing hip thrusts to your ass to throw you off your game as well. Managing to quell you enough, I lock my hands against your nape and immediately start pushing down against it while also demonstrating my strength by lifting you slightly up off the canvas.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6 damage. HP down to 50.

San_Choi_최산: ANNC: Wow! And just like that, Hajun captures Antares back into another strong submission maneuver. It seems like his game is to wear down his opponents in simple moves, but showcasing remarkable strength. Has he always been this relentless, San?

San_Choi_최산: I nod, feeling extremely proud but also glad that I’m not caught up. “Antares better figure something out fast if he wants to last. If I’m the SANaconda, then Hajun is the King Cobra.” I leave out the fact that Hajun doesn’t typically take so much pleasure, but seeing him thrive in the ring only gets me more excited as I witness my table mate grow more anxious.

Antares_Estrella: Gasping as I rub my neck and suck in air, unable to mask the relief I am feeling at finally being free of your brutally strong grip. Even though I have a thicker build than you, your arms are like steel cables, and the grip strength and force you have been able to apply with them is intimidating. You've also managed to prevent me from utilizing my own strength and assets, specifically my lower body, which has clearly been a smart strategy on your part. If I am going to have any chance in turning this match around, I need to find a way to get my legs much more engaged on the offensive.

Antares_Estrella: Ignoring your taunts as I try to quickly recover a bit, I don't allow you to bait me into action. The more time I can take now to recover a bit, the better this will play off for me in the long run. It seems you start to realize this as you kip yourself up and lunge at me, setting yourself up for a big punch. Knowing every moment of recovery time counts at this point, I wait until the very last possible second before nimbly sidestepping your advance, only getting lightly grazed by your elbow as you land past me in the ring. But before I can turn to face you, I feel those steel cables snake up under my pits and lock tight, forcing me into a full nelson, my arms trapped in the air as I struggle against you. Grunting, I immediately try to plant my feet and engage my legs to try and power out of your grip, but you start throwing hip thrusts against my ass, destabilizing me as I am forced to stagger and shuffle my feet to try and stay balanced. It's in this moment that I start to feel the tightening strain on my neck and arms as you work to force my head down and then try to lift me off my feet. I groan as you start lifting my feet off the canvas, the pressure on my neck and shoulders instantly intensifying as my legs are no longer sharing the burden of my weight. "Fuuuuck!" I groan, struggling desperately as I fight to break free of your grip, afraid to be trapped again like I was in your headlock.

Antares_Estrella: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Antares_Estrella: With a loud grunt, I flex my arms and pecs, groaning as I try to break your hold on me with the full nelson, but my efforts prove completely futile as those steel like cables you seem to have for arms hold me tight in place, easily resisting my efforts. Feeling that I am making zero progress at all, and having learned my lesson from my unsuccessful attempts to break free of your headlock, I immediately cease my efforts, instead conserving my energy and strength, instead of helping you further by exhausting myself. House of Vega fans start chanting again, clearly trying to help me rally myself and resist you, while your fans loudly and enthusiastically cheer you on.

Antares_Estrella: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Antares_Estrella: Feeling that your grip on my arms is simply too strong to counter, I decide I have to abandon that course of action to escape and instead try to engage my legs. As you show off your strength and lift me up, lifting my feet off the canvas, I swing my legs backwards and scissor them around your legs, locking my ankles and clamping my legs together. I hoped that by forcing your feet and legs together, it would be enough to destabilize you and force you to drop to the canvas, giving me an opportunity to extract myself from your hold if your arms loosened upon impact, but instead you manage to keep upright, holding our combined weight and keeping your balance even with your legs now close together instead of spread in a more stable base. The only benefit of this new position is that with my legs locked tightly around yours, I am able to at least take some of the pressure off my shoulders and neck, but the fact that I am trapped in your hold remains the same. I let out another frustrated groan, squirming as I struggle, my juicy ass grinding against your firm bulge in the process.

Antares_Estrella: !arouse @Antares_Estrella
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚁ 2 = 7 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 16.

Antares_Estrella: !escape
I struggle and escape from your hold.

Antares_Estrella: Feeling your bulge responding to my ass, I realize I may have been working the wrong asset in my attempt to escape your hold. Keeping my legs locked tight around yours, I start to grind my ass more forcefully against your bulge, feeling your rod throbbing in response. It is clearly getting a reaction from you and I feel your body squirm a bit against me in response. This is just what I need, and I continue to grind my ass rhythmically against your cock until I feel your grip on my arms lessen. Whether it is caused by you getting distracted, or trying to readjust our position, or something else entirely, I have no idea, but I don't wait to find out. With a roar, I engage my arms and pecs, pulling down fiercely against those steel-cable-like arms. Unlocking my legs, my feet hit the canvas and I slam my ass back violently into your bulge. It's enough to cause you to lose your grip on my arms, and I wrench myself free, stumbling forward quickly and turning to face you, my fans cheering as I manage to escape much more quickly than before.

Antares_Estrella: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚃ 4 + ⚃ 4 = 8 damage. HP down to 77.

Antares_Estrella: Before you can react or try to get another hold on me, I lunge forward, desperately needing to get on the offensive. Reaching in toward your shoulders, I force your arms out to the sides, getting a solid grip on your shoulders and forcefully pulling you toward me as I twist my hips and swing my knee and thigh up at your midsection, slamming my thick leg into your obliques. The impact of my thigh to your muscled midsection makes a satisfying THUD. The damage done, I immediately shove you backward toward the cornerpost, separating us once more and giving me a brief moment to adjust my tented singlet, before fixing the straps and rolling out my arms and shoulders.

Kid_Nova: Groaning to myself as I see Hajun immediately lock Antares up in another hold, this time a full nelson, I am dreading having to watch my half-brother struggle futilely against Hajun's ridiculously strong arms once more. But then to my surprise and delight, Antares manages to muscle his way free and I let out an excited cheer, then another as Antares delivers a big knee and thigh to Hajun's leaner body. I wrench the mic away from the announcer, the excitement palpable in my voice "Looks like Antares did in fact figure out something fast! Keep it up, bro!"

Hajun_Choi: You approach your situation a little more calmly this time, making it apparent that you’re able to adapt and not just continue to waste yourself. I smirk as I press my face forward into my own hands, trying to force you to bend even more, appreciative of the fact that you aren’t just going to be some rag doll for the entire match. Still, I refuse to let you break free from me so easily. Your muscle growth from your flexing would make anyone else break, but I’m enjoying this too much to let you go. It’s only as you calm down and the fans start to chant that I’m forced to increase my effort to hold you, your defensive approach making it so that I have to carry the burden of holding you up. Not that it’s all too difficult, but your wisening up puts me on alert. You even try to use those strong legs of yours to close mine and weaken my standing, but I’m a step ahead and adjust your height accordingly. But damn, those legs being able to maneuver mine even while you’re trapped. I’m damn impressed.

Hajun_Choi: It doesn’t help that this adjustment has forced your ass against my increasingly throbbing bulge. I moan into my own hands, trying to calm myself down and not let you take such an advantage. But again, you take notice. This lock up proving to be a far different situation than the last as you keep on adjusting, forcing me to do the same. Distracting me with your ass and then flexing, you finally find the right combination to land your boots back to the canvas and force me off with a huge ass thrust! My eyes go wide as I break my grip and get pushed off you. It’s a quick combo right after that, my body getting forced into position so that your thick thigh and knee slam right into my unflexed midsection. “URGH!” I double over, making it an easy push back that sends me to the corner turnbuckles, finally giving you the distance you’ve been needing. Your fans erupt in cheers as you start giving them some hope for the House of Vega.

Hajun_Choi: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚁ 2 + ⚂ 3 = 5 damage. HP down to 45.

Hajun_Choi: Midsection aching, but still riding off the high of my control throughout this match, I don’t stay in the corner long enough for you to rest and recover. Kicking off against the lower turnbuckle, I make a dash toward you for what appears to be a clothesline. Not actually intending to land the clothesline, I’m ready for you when you swerve out of my way. Speed being my aim though, I keep going, right past your attempt to grab my arm and rebound off the ropes. Just as you turn around to stop me, I launch myself upwards, both arms spread wide to land a diving crossbody against you. Your arms are forced to adjust and open wide to avoid injury, leaving you a prone target as we crash down to the canvas together. A loud SMACK of the skin of our chests echoes though the warehouse as I quickly try to follow up.

Hajun_Choi: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚀ 1 + ⚀ 1 = 2 damage. HP down to 43.

Hajun_Choi: Scrambling to sit myself on your midsection, it’s an all out war between our arms. Yours refusing to let me get a move in while mine try to deflect and slam down a fist to your shoulders. Your defensive maneuver pays off, practically blocking me from any effective strike bar a quick forearm to your cheek. As frustrating as it gets not being able to suppress you further, seeing your fight return to you only seems to rile me up more.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse @Hajun_Choi
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚀ 1 = 7 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 19.

Hajun_Choi: !hold
You manage to break free of my hold.

Hajun_Choi: Riled up in more ways than one. My cock now completely stiff in my compression shorts, which only make the fit even tighter, I push against your chest in order to slide forward. Trying to press my bulge into your face, aiming to lock you into the same move that Kid Nova ended my brother with, your powerful thrashing ends up thrusting me right off of you. My legs not even given a chance to press against your head, my boot just inches away from the side of your head, I regroup and crawl forward, not wanting to let you to use this as a window to gain traction in this match.

San_Choi_최산: I watch intently, not saying anything into the mic this time. “Fuck,” I think to myself. “Don’t tell me this is the turn of the tides that seems to affect every Choi Clan and House of Vega fight.” My eyes are fully focused, not moving to Kid Nova at all as I watch nervously for Hajun hyung, hoping that Antares is still shaken up enough.

Antares_Estrella: Shoving you back to the cornerpost after successfully driving my thigh and knee deep into your obliques, I'm ready for you as you come right back at me. Anticipating what clearly looks like a clothesline attempt, I gracefully swivel out of the way, but miss snagging you as you rush past me, throwing yourself into the ropes and building momentum for a return pass. You close the distance between us what feels like no time at all, and as I turn to face you, I see you leap at me, arms spread wide. I quickly brace myself as much as I can, arms up to try and catch or deflect you. I get a decent hold on you but not enough to stop your momentum from taking us down to the canvas, our chests slapping together. You immediately scramble to mount me before I can get up, but I refuse to let you get a new hold on me, knowing how dangerous those arms of yours are. I block and parry your attempts to strike me, only taking a glancing blow in the chaotic war of limbs. I see you getting agitated and excited, both from your face and in your tight compression shorts, now that you are facing some real resistance. Good. This is something I can work with. Your scramble toward my head is more hectic and sloppy than your previous moves to get a hold on me, and I use that to my advantage as I grasp at you, planting my feet on the canvas and bridging hard, thrusting my hips up and shoving you off me with my arms. "Not this time." I snarl as I roll to my chest before pushing up quickly to my feet, facing you once more.

Antares_Estrella: !hold
You manage to break free of my hold.

Antares_Estrella: Lunging forward, I try to demonstrate my own speed, closing the distance between us as I try to get a hold of you before you can fully get to your feet. But whether you are simply faster than me, or because I've been worn down from the punishing holds earlier, I don't manage to get there in time. My hands grasp at your body just as you get fully back up to your feet, fingers slipping on your sweaty skin as you twist away from me, preventing me from getting a hold on you. I grunt in frustration at myself, having missed out on a perfect chance to turn the tide of this match, feeling the sluggishness in my muscles and knowing that speed is no longer on my side. I am far from the fastest of the House of Vega wrestlers, but still I pride myself on being quite agile and quick despite my build. But it seems that in this match, you have robbed me of that advantage.

Antares_Estrella: !hold
You manage to break free of my hold.

Antares_Estrella: Still, I press on, determined to get a hold on you. Using my beefier build, I try to block you in toward the corner, working to trap you where your speed will be less of an asset. Closing in on you, I finally make a grab for you, lunging toward you and trying to get a grip on your body. It's a tussle of limbs once more, just standing instead of on the canvas, as I try to get a hold on you, but you prove to be too slippery and quick once more, twisting free of each of my attempts to get a hold on you. My hands sliding off your sweaty muscles once more as you slip away from me, getting out of the corner and circling back away from me. The frustration I am feeling is clearly etched across my face, but my bulge is throbbing in my singlet, the feeling of my hands raking over your sweaty muscles repeatedly clearly arousing me.

Antares_Estrella: !arouse @Antares_Estrella
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 = 7 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 23.

Antares_Estrella: !hold
I'm able to maintain my hold.

Antares_Estrella: Desperate to get a hold on you, not just to try and get some control in this match but also to feel your body against mine once more, I suddenly drop my shoulder and lunge at you, throwing my arms wide and wrapping them around your thighs as I tackle you to the canvas, my weight like a ball and chain that drags you down hard. Arms ensnaring your thighs, I quickly spin myself around until we are in a North-South position. Quickly driving one knee into your abs, I force your body to slightly jackknife from the impact to your core. Feeling your head and shoulders lift up off the canvas, I immediately shoot my legs back and clamp them tight on the sides of your head, crushing you into my thighs. It's far from a perfect hold, but it's something I can work with, finally managing to engage my legs in this match. Locking my ankles, I start to flex, grunting as I squeeze my legs together, my arms still wrapped on your thighs to keep your own legs together while I try to work the hold, desperately needing to wear you down a bit.

Antares_Estrella: !damage
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 = 7 damage. HP down to 70.

Kid_Nova: "I can speak from first-hand experience that Antares' thighs are not to be trifled with. If he can get a tight hold on you with them, he can easily crush you into submission or KO. Hajun might finally be in some trouble here if he cannot escape this quickly."

Hajun_Choi: For the first time this match, I’m running on defensive. Sliding fast, dodging quickly, letting the sweat from my body and the sweat on your hands help me dodge each of your grabs. Smirking hard as I keep sliding out of your grasp, trying to still get in your head from how much effort you’re forced to exert with me. That grunt of frustration being exactly what I want to hear as I keep upping the ante to make you question your next move. But all my sliding against the ropes eventually gets me cornered, your thick arms and legs spread to try and lock me up against the corner post. Realizing it’s gotta be hands-on now, I finally stop movement, ready to force myself out if necessary. The moment your hands grab me, I let it linger for no more than a few seconds, twisting out as if dancing with you. I look to San at the announcer’s desk and flash a wink and cheeky grin, acting as if my moves can compare to his. Looking back, your face is full of frustration and that bulge remains looking thick as fuck. I lick my lips and tease, “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”

Hajun_Choi: Perhaps I’ve taunted and teased too much, but as ready as I tried to make myself, your sudden lunge completely knocks me down. Finally using that larger body to your advantage, those thick arms of yours collapse against my legs and throw me down with such urgency that I can’t move out from under you despite how sweaty we are. Grunting and trying to grind my boots into your torso, it only seems to help push you up as you spin and slam the rest of your body down against me. Those thighs now within proximity to me, my hands try to reach to spread them out, but your downward knee forces my body to react. Head and shoulders lifted, I groan out from the sharp pain rocking my midsection again, landing me right into your thigh scissors. For the first time this match, those deadly thighs have taken hold, and I can see why anyone else would be at your mercy. The pain shooting through my head from just your flex has me dropping the cocky demeanor, desperate to get the fuck out of this.

Hajun_Choi: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Hajun_Choi: My hands finally find the focus to clasp at your thighs, trying to pry them open enough for me to regain some control of my body. But your position and clench against my head are so tight, something I wasn’t ready for despite being aware of them this whole match. The locked ankles giving you that leverage behind my head to make it even more constrictive as I try to figure out what to do past the pressure that’s building in my head.

Hajun_Choi: !reverse
I manage to reverse your hold.

Hajun_Choi: A moment of clarity hits when your thighs are forced to adjust. There’s no way I’m going to pry these thighs apart. Not like this. My attempted squirming between these muscle trunks at least gets me closer to your knees, the sweat aiding the movement despite the intense pressure forcing the veins to raise across my neck and forehead. Releasing my hands from your thighs, I let them fall backwards, stretching my arms out overhead. Signaling to the crowd with my fingers as they curl, I latch my fingers against your calves, digging deep and dragging them up towards your knees. Releasing as I gauge your reaction, feeling the tension become taut in your legs, I follow up with a chop from each hand to the back of each of your knees. The tingling nerve sensation coursing through your legs gives me just enough relief from your thighs’ pressure for me to reattempt prying them. For good measure, I thrust my knees up toward your face and try to use the momentum of this combination to throw my shoulders up and flip us over. Anyone watching from far away would barely see all this with how your body practically covers all of me, making the successful flip down onto your back all the more shocking to see.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚅ 6 = 8 damage. HP down to 35.

Hajun_Choi: Hands sliding up from your thighs and back to your calves, I pull myself forward and upwards against your torso, letting out a heavy grunt as I force myself to stand. Gripping your ankles tight to keep them crossed together, I turn myself around to stand behind your legs. Repositioning your crossed ankles into my strong arm, I stomp one leg down in between the space created by your still cross-ankled legs. It looks like the SANshooter, my brother’s variation, but as I turn your body around and me along with you, I instead drop to one knee. Your thick tree trunks now the reason you’re trapped, I fold you lower body upward as much as possible, aiming to ruin your lower back.

Hajun_Choi: https://tenor.com/view/adam-copeland-edge-edgecator-penta-el-zero-miedo-gif-11327312144735887756

Hajun_Choi: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 damage. HP down to 26.

Hajun_Choi: With your back fully exposed to me and my fortified grip on your legs in one arm, I let out a roar that’s a mixture of rage and dominance that momentarily silences the whole arena. Sweat dripping all over my face and down against your back, I raise my free arm in a bent position, creating the shadow of a mountain peak under the harsh spotlight. No one in this audience having bore witness to this before, I re-tug your legs to make your back as taut as possible, immediately attacking with a heavy elbow slam right into your lower spine draws a hiss from throughout the fans in attendance, feeling the pain that must be coursing through you. My eyes closed and teeth gritting, showing that I’m pouring all my strength into this. Intending to break you down for daring to try and do the same to me.

San_Choi_최산: I’m leaning forward in my seat, trying to see what Hajun is doing, barely noticing his hand strikes to Antares’s knees when in one quick motion, the two are flipped over. What follows next made me grip the front of my seat, hand pressed against the underside of Kid Nova’s thighs as I watch in awe but also horror. “I think Antares has unleashed something in Hajun… this kind of intensity has never been reached.” Turning to Kid Nova, I say with a half smirk, “Hope your family’s got good medical coverage.”

Antares_Estrella: Finally managing to lock you up in my legs, I grunt as I squeeze tight, crushing my thighs into the sides of your head as I put the pressure on, trying to quickly wear you down. I feel you clasping at my thighs, but they are locked tight, crushing into you and keeping you locked in place. Feeling you squirming under me, I finally feel like I have the advantage, clenching my ass as I work to squeeze my legs tighter together. But then I feel your fingers digging into my calves and tugging at the muscle, before starting to drag them toward the backs of my knees. I howl in pain, flexing my legs even more to try and resist you. You release for a moment as I gasp in relief, still squeezing your head, but the sudden chop to the backs of my knees sends shocks through the nerves in my legs, paralyzing them for just a moment, but long enough for you to pry your head out and roll us so I am now pinned on my back. The crowd gasps in absolute shock as they see you have not only escaped my dangerous thighs, but have pinned me in the process.

Antares_Estrella: I scramble to try and regain control but you are faster. You grip my calves once more, squeezing the sore muscles before gripping my ankles, keeping them crossed and preventing me from kicking my legs free. Fearing what you are trying to do, I throw my arms wide, bucking with my hips, trying to resist you, but you outmuscle me, rolling me and dropping to one knee as you fold me over and start punishing my back. I shout out in pain, clawing at the canvas, flexing my legs, fighting desperately to resist you, but as you have proven already, your grip strength is unmatched and you keep my powerful legs locked tight in your hold. Squirming and struggling desperately, I hear you roar, your voice powerful and intimidating, silencing the entire warehouse. Unable to see you, I think you are just showing off your control over me, but then your jerk my legs forcefully, before my back suddenly explodes with pain. I scream out in agony as your elbow slams into my completely vulnerable lower spine, pain blurring my vision, the impact almost dazing me. I paw weakly at the canvas, clearly suffering, trying to free myself from this brutal hold.

Antares_Estrella: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Antares_Estrella: Clawing at the canvas as I writhe in pain, I struggle desperately to try and somehow escape this brutal hold. I flex my powerful legs, trying somehow to kick them free of your grip, but you are using the size of my legs against me, as they squeeze into each other as I flex, only helping you control me. Panic and distress are etched across my face as I moan, the pain clearly working to keep me subdued as much as your grip on my ankles. All I can hear are your fans cheering wildly, my supporters seemingly shocked into silence as I moan and squirm, my beefy body trapped in your punishing hold.

Antares_Estrella: !arouse @Antares_Estrella
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚀ 1 = 6 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 29.

Antares_Estrella: To my shame, I feel my cock throbbing in my singlet as it grinds against your leg while you punish and dominate me in the center of the ring. Letting out a low moan, I try once again to escape this brutal punishment, fighting desperately to get free.

Antares_Estrella: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Antares_Estrella: But despite my best attempts, your hold on me is once again to tight, your grip too strong to break, my power simply insufficient as I slump on the canvas, moaning and squirming from the pain and humiliation you are inflicting on me. Looking out toward the audience, I see Nova sitting at the commentator's table, his eyes locked with mine, his face a mask of shock. I reach out toward him as if he can save me from this torture, my fingers clawing at the canvas as I moan once more, pain, frustration and desperate pleading all mixed in a cacophony of emotions in my voice.

Antares_Estrella: !punch
My punch connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚂ 3 = 8 damage. HP down to 62.

Antares_Estrella: Eyes locked with Nova's I suddenly see my brother's expression change from one of shock to one of anger. I see him mouth the words "FIGHT IT!" to me, and I know I cannot give up now. Your grip on my legs might be incredibly powerful, but that doesn't mean I cannot still fight back. Twisting away from you as much as I can, I raise one arm and then slam my fist into your exposed kneecap, drilling your leg and trying to send crippling shocks through the nerves of your leg in a similar way as to how you attacked the backs of my knees, making it clear that I am still refusing to go down without a fight.

Kid_Nova: Watching in disbelief as Hajun manages to not only escape Antares' massive legs, but then locks them up in a brutal hold that is extremely reminiscent of my rival's SANshooter. Antares' screams of pain have me on the edge of my seat, almost ready to spring into the ring to save him. But then San grips the underside of my thigh, almost as if to restrain me himself, and I realize I cannot interfere. That will only look worse for the House of Vega. All I can do is whisper words of encouragement to Antares and continue to watch him, as much as it hurts me to have to see him in so much pain. "Fuck you..." I snarl under my breath at San, clearly upset at the brutal punishment that Hajun is inflicting on my brother.

Hajun_Choi: Blinded by an intense rage, your clawing and continued struggle to escape only make me crank you your lower body more, folding you in ways that your body likely hasn’t been pushed to before. These thick trunks forcing me to use all my strength to keep them from undoing and escaping, my bicep flexing to its peak form and digging into your thighs to ensure that you know how much I’m putting into this. How much I intend to wreck you. I can’t even chuckle when that cock of yours throbs against me, starting to feel moist at its tip against my leg. Instead, I just drag you higher, making sure that your package rubs even harder into my thigh to keep you moaning for me. To show that the House of Vega takes pleasure in being manhandled. Whether it was your attempt to escape or not, it doesn’t even register with me as I’ve regained that sensation that you are fully under control.

Hajun_Choi: In my snarl like breaths, my hyper fixation on straining that back of yours has me ignoring all else. You start to twist your upper body, failing to make any movement in escape, only encouraging me to lean even more into this trap. Not realizing though that your intent is to launch a slamming fist to my exposed knee. My eyes shoot wide open, as if in a state of fury. It hurts. There’s no denying that. But I’m seething to fight past the pain as I glare down at you. The worn out and sweaty body with the cute fuck boy face looking back at me as if he’s still got the will in him to push on. My seething expression changes in that moment though. A wide grin, teeth fully showing, while eyes remain locked on yours. “That was a choice,” I say, a hint of humor in my tone but otherwise quite sinister.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 damage. HP down to 17.

Hajun_Choi: I drag your body up to the point that all that remains against the canvas are your chest, arms, and face. Every other part being held in the air as your body looks progressively more like the letter J. Though I can’t quite lift my knee high enough to fully slam it down, it’s enough for me to maneuver my knee to hover over your lower back. Dropping forward, my knee digs into the same spot of your lower back that I had just slammed earlier, pushing all my weight into that one spot as I let my knee grind. Your thick skin the only thing preventing this from being a bone to bone collision.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚂ 3 = 5 damage. HP down to 12.

Hajun_Choi: My free arm now within reach of your head, I let my fingers signal another claw action, ensuring that all the fans see it. Like a cobra striking its prey, my fingers snap forward and clamp down into your hair, immediately jerking back hard to really make this J-curve of your body fully evident. Legs twisted and clamped against me, knee dug into the center of your lower back, and now hand pulling that head back to strain your neck. I look out, around us, my breaths short and rapid. A stark contrast to your face now being displayed for all to witness.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse @Hajun_Choi
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚁ 2 = 6 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 25.

Hajun_Choi: With your body twisted the way it is, all it takes is a slight lean forward and another tug for your ass to completely hug against my package. I throw my head back, reunited with the pleasure I felt earlier. The glory of domination combined with the feel of this ass that will be mine. My head up to the spotlight, I finally chuckle out. “You feel so damn good,” I growl before looking back down.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚀ 1 = 3 damage. HP down to 9.

Hajun_Choi: Nothing more needs to be said as I just admire the large mass of muscle below and against me. Refusing to relent, refusing to break away even as the House of Vega fans call out for mercy. Wearing you down exactly as I intended.

San_Choi_최산: Even I wince as Hajun somehow makes the reverse sharpshooter even worse. Antares’s thick frame somehow bending as if he were the most flexible of idols. Not that it should, but Hajun’s strength and Antares’s weariness combined are making it happen. Noticing the J like curve, I make note to come up with some cool name for this move for Hajun later.

San_Choi_최산: ANNC: Could this be it, folks?! This absolutely painful submission maneuver by Hajun looks impossible to escape from. And even if Antares does, what does he have left in him?! The House of Vega is at risk of losing one of their stars at this point!

Antares_Estrella: Once again unable to free myself from your terrifyingly strong grip, your brutal hold immobilizing my powerful legs as you target and punish my vulnerable lower back. My effort to fight back only awakening further rage and brutality from you as you drag my legs and lower body up even higher, then drive your knee into the same point in my lower back that you targeted earlier. Spit explodes from my mouth onto the canvas as I scream out in pain, my body never having experienced such punishment before. But my cry of pain only seems to encourage you as you reach down and grip my hair, tugging my head back and further bending my body at an unnatural angle. I shout out again, hands flailing wildly as I claw at the canvas, the intense and constant pain overloading my senses and preventing me from thinking clearly or mounting any kind of coordinated resistance. My face displaying the agony and distress I am suffering, fans shouting out for mercy on my behalf as you continue to punish me, draining me of my strength and working to prove your utter dominance over me.

Antares_Estrella: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Antares_Estrella: Fighting purely on my survival instinct, I desperately thrash out at you with my arms, reaching back, trying to claw at you, crying out as I try to someone break your grip on me and save myself from this brutal punishment. But my uncoordinated, wild thrashes result in nothing but further exhausting myself, your grip and hold on me remaining steadfast as you jerk my head back by my hair, and grind your knee relentlessly into my now demolished lower back. I moan pitifully as your hold continues to drain me of my strength, my bulge the only muscle flexing powerfully as it grinds against your leg, further humiliating me as it throbs and starts to leak precum into my singlet. I let out a low moan as I feel it flex and squirt, my shame heating my face as I desperately try once more to escape, knowing my body is otherwise at its breaking point.

Antares_Estrella: !arouse @Antares_Estrella
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚁ 2 = 8 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 37.

Antares_Estrella: !reverse
I manage to reverse your hold.

Antares_Estrella: Fighting desperately to survive, my body wracked with pain from this utterly brutal and merciless hold, the extreme threat of the situation finally brings a focused clarity to my mind. I am no longer fighting to just win a wrestling match, I am fighting to prevent you from potentially crippling my body and ending my wrestling career before it can even start. With that realization burning in my mind, I realize I have no choice but to escape this. Reaching up, I grab the wrist of your hand that is gripping my hair and clamp tight, squeezing with vicious force as I press my thumb into the inside of your wrist, working to overload the nerves much like you did to my legs to break my crushing squeeze on your head. Feeling your hold loosen on my head, I keep your wrist held tight, crushing it in my hand and pulling on it to drag you back toward me a bit. At the same time, I let out a desperate, defiant roar of my own and then flex my powerful legs, groaning as I use all the force I can muster to break your hold on my ankles and kick them free. Refusing to give up, my legs burn from the effort until suddenly I feel your grip slip and my legs explode out from you, swinging out as they drop to the canvas, finally free. The pain in my back suddenly lessened dramatically, I push up to my knees, frantic to get out of this vulnerable position on the canvas. Thrusting up from my knees, I push up, your knee sliding off my sweaty back as I get to my feet, your wrist still gripped firmly in my hand, my thumb driving into the nerves as I try to paralyze your hand and rob you of that grip strength which has plagued me this entire match.

Antares_Estrella: Adrenaline fueling my otherwise drained and exhausted body, I can finally see the shock and absolute disbelief in your eyes as we are both standing once more, your wrist locked tight in my vengeful grip as I squeeze mercilessly, paying you back for the punishment you have put me through. Dragging you toward me, I reach out and grab your other wrist before you have time to fully react and clamp down on that wrist as well with the same punishing squeeze, digging my thumb into the nerves as I try to take your hands out of the fight. The muscles in my forearms rippling under my skin, looking like steel cords as I grip and crush your wrists in my hands. Dragging your wrists upward, I fire a solid knee at your now wide open abs, targeting your obliques and looking to force you down to your knees where I can control you better.

Antares_Estrella: !damage
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. HP down to 53.

Antares_Estrella: !recover
You recover ⚂ 3 + ⚁ 2 = 5 damage. HP up to 14.

Antares_Estrella: Planting my foot on the canvas, I take a moment to suck in air, my body desperately needing to recover from the merciless punishment you subjected it to in that last hold. Looking out at the audience, my eyes once again find Nova's and I give him a serious nod. I might not be able to turn this match around, but I will make the House of Vega proud by giving it everything I've got, fighting on until the very last moment and showing how strong and resilient we are even in the face of brutal adversity. I flex my pecs, my muscles rippling under my sweaty House of Vega singlet, showing off the proud brand etched on my chest.

Kid_Nova: I'm barely able to watch and listen as Antares suffers at the merciless hands of Hajun, my powerful brother's desperate cries of pain tugging on my heartstrings. Fuck, Hajun is not just threatening to dominate this match, but he is threatening to do some lasting damage to Antares. I'm again on the verge of jumping up and interfering, even if just to submit on Antares' behalf and call off the match, saving him from any further torture. But just before I do, I see his movements change from that of a wild animal to focused revenge. It all happens so fast that I can hardly believe what is happening, but suddenly Antares is standing and has Hajun's wrist gripped tight in his hand. No, he has BOTH wrists in his hands and is delivering a brutal knee to Hajun's core. I'm in stunned shock as I watch my brother, my eyes wide in awe, barely able to believe that he was able to escape from that hold and steal back control. Pride radiates from my face as we lock eyes. I doubt that I would have been able to pull off what he just did, unsure my body could have taken the level of punishment that he has taken tonight, but this is just a testament to how strong and determined my brother is. "COME ON ANTARES!!!!" I scream out, hope surging in my chest that Antares might still be able to turn this match around.

Hajun_Choi: I’m not ready to end this. But if this is all that you can take, then so be it. All your agonized screaming, all the saliva you spill, and all the resistance I’ve broken… you’re fucked. Even your damn thick bulge seems to be giving in despite all the pain that’s absolutely wrecking you, with that moist spot in your singlet only becoming more obvious against my knee. Your fans have accepted it. Your brother has accepted it. I— “HRGGGGGGH!” My grunts from wearing you down while keeping you folded in the torturous J lock become groans of unfamiliar and unnerving pain. Looking down to my hand on your hair, your own hand has joined in, thumb pressed deeply against the softer inside of my wrist. It’s absolutely insane to me that you’d even fight back at this point when I’m on the verge of finishing you off. And yet… I can’t help but fucking admire that reckless tenacity. My hand admits defeat and is forced to loosen its grip on your hair, but still you hold on. That same nerve you’re messing with is disorienting me and our strength becomes imbalanced in this moment of struggle, allowing your legs to finally drop back to the canvas.

Hajun_Choi: !reverse
I manage to reverse your hold.

Hajun_Choi: Wincing through and trying to resist, I feel the jerk of your hand against mine and open my eyes to witness the unthinkable. “How…?” My eyes wide open and mouth ajar, stunned to see you back on your feet. Beaten and bruised no doubt, but to see you still standing after all that. Your quick action and my distraction together become the perfect window for you to secure my second hand, dealing the same nerve press as the other. I groan and nearly double over, flexing to try and resist this, my abs end up eating a stiff knee strike. Only because I’m being forced to flex do I manage to resist falling down to my knees, but the damage dealt is burn worthy and I’m doubled over before you. Hissing through the pain, now dealing with three points of damage on my body, I open one eye, looking up slightly, scowling and seething. “You’re insane.”

Hajun_Choi: “Too bad for you… I’m just a bit crazier.” With my head bowed to you, and just hovering over your pecs, I rationalize that my only chance of escape this nerve wrecking damage… is to wreck the head that thought of it. Folding my arms in just slightly and accepting the uneasy nerve sensations coursing my arms, I thrust both elbows down, in an attempt to pull your body down. At the same time, attempting some physics advantage with equal and opposite reactions, I launch my bowed head upwards, aiming the top of my skull recklessly for your chin and jaw.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚁ 2 = 4 damage. HP down to 10.

Hajun_Choi: The damage, despite being such a short ranged headbutt, is just enough for your already beaten body to loosen its grip on my wrists. I let out a deep groaning shudder as now I’m bearing four points of pain, my skull now added to the mix while I shake out my wrists. But despite how much pain is still settling in me, I keep our distance close and pull you in for your brother’s own signature move. Arms wrapped around your midsection, that familiar steel cable flex around your body squeezes and brings back the pressure through those thick muscles as I lift you back up off the canvas.

Hajun_Choi: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚄ 5 + ⚄ 5 = 10 damage. HP down to 0.

Hajun_Choi: That headbutt to your jaw being exactly what was needed to put you in an absolute daze, my bearhug feels like I’m squeezing one of those large stuffed animals from the carnival. Bulky, soft against me, but loose in all limbs, as evident in how your arms and legs seem to swing with every left right movement I make. This time, I know you’re done. Ready to put you out of your misery, I run with you in my arms and smash your back against the corner turnbuckles. Though still conscious, your limbs recoil forward without any control left in them. With a big grunt, I lift you so that you’re seated on the top turnbuckle and release my embrace. Climbing to the middle ropes, adjusting and twisting my body so that you slump forward over my shoulders, I secure your thick muscles across my now fully flexed traps. Arms over your neck and between your legs, I unleash one final roar, slamming you over my body with a fireman’s carry slam from the top rope! The whole ring shaking after a giant CRASH of your back down against the canvas. One bounce is all that your body does before remaining flattened and spread eagled, signaling my time to finally claim victory. Sliding over and taking a seat against your barely rising pecs, the heel of my boots resting against the top of your shoulders, I stare down at you with no longer a sinister grin, but one of respect for a foolish fellow. The Choi Clan fans erupting in the venue as they start the count, “1…! 2..!”

San_Choi_최산: Logically, I’m supporting my brother. But part of me can’t help but feel some sort of pride for Antares as he amazingly escapes that J lock. Especially with Kid Nova getting emotional about his brother’s escape, I end up letting out a gasp of relief for him as well. But seeing Hajun’s wrists get pinched like that makes me wince as I yell out into the mic, “Nothing you can’t handle, Hyung! Fight the pain!” And like the dependable big bro you always were, you not only escape, but you deal the House of Vega a definitive message. Mess with us, and we’ll bring it right back to you. That headbutt bearhug combo into your finisher has us all standing now as I grip Kid Nova’s shoulder, squeezing hard until the moment that Hajun is seated on Antares. I pump my arm into the air, calling out the count with our fans, voice not even needing the mic to ring clear.

Antares_Estrella: Gripping and squeezing your wrists as I manage to control away from you, I watch with vengeful satisfaction as you double over from my knee and scowl at me, finally suffering a bit yourself. You call me insane, but the only reason I have employed these tactics is because you have forced my hand, needing to find some way to match the level of brutality and intensity you have brought into this ring. But your next words make me realize my mistake. You have no limit to the brutality you are willing to bring to this match, and before I can react, you jerk your arms downward and slam your head into my chin and jaw. The impact knocks my head back, and coupled with the punishment I have suffered at your hands this entire match, it sends me into a daze. Stunned on my feet, I have no chance to defend myself as you wrench your arms free from my grip and lock me into a bearhug. I've experienced plenty of bearhugs in training against Nova and Orion, but this one is different. Your arms are like steel cables cinching tight around me, cutting into my body as you constrict your hold. I let out a cry of shock and pain as you crush the rest of my energy from me before I slump against you, the tight constriction of those steel cable like arms brutally finishing me off. In a heavy stupor, my muscles are completely unresponsive as you slam me into the cornerpost, spit and any remaining air exploding from my mouth. I let out a moan as you hoist me up, lifting me into a fireman's carry, barely cognizant of what you are doing. Then you slam me down into the canvas from the top rope, my thick body bouncing once before I go completely KO, laid out and utterly demolished.

Kid_Nova: Hope and pride radiating in my chest as I watch Antares' defiant reversal of control in the ring, showing Hajun that he is refusing to go down without a fight. For a moment, it seems that Antares has in fact turned the action around, Hajun reacting quite visibly to the big knee he gets to his obliques. But that all changes in a heartbeat when Hajun slams his skull into Antares' chin. I'm close enough to see Antares' eyes unfocus from the impact, his arms dropping heavily, clearly stunned from the blow. "ANTARES!!!" I scream, hoping it will help bring him back around, but it's too late. Hajun locks his arms around my brother, his use of my own signature move clearly intentional as he crushes the remaining fight out of Antares. This time, Antares offers no resistance, immediately succumbing to the crushing squeeze. Thinking it's over, I turn to San, about to congratulate him on his brother's win, but then I see Hajun rush Antares to the cornerpost, slamming my already stunned brother's back into the post. "What the fuck!!" I shout out, but my voice is drowned out by the overwhelming cheers from the Choi Clan supporters. On my feet, watching in horror as Hajun muscles Antares onto his shoulders, locking him into a fireman's carry, Antares completely unresponsive. "No no no no!!!" I shout, terrified of the damage this could do to Antares. But Hajun and his fans seem to have been overcome by bloodlust, and they cheer loudly for him to continue. The sound of the impact of the slam is like a cannonball to my gut and I collapse into my chair, horrified at what is happening in the ring. Antares seems to be barely breathing as Hajun now poses over him for the pinfall count. I can feel the color has completely drained from my face as I watch in stunned silence, hoping that Antares hasn't suffered any significant injuries at Hajun's hands.

Hajun_Choi: "3!" The sound is deafening in the venue, but my hearing has completely zoned in to just focus on you. Not a single other thing matters in this moment. Not when I haven't completely claimed my prize. You. My grin having progressed from sinister, to one of respect, to one of.. need. That handsome face just barely breathing, slight moans coming out past those lips. How good would you look under me? On display for all of these adoring fans? My mind's going a mile a minute, not having been in such a situation before. This world of erotic pro not like what I usually engage in back home. I'll have to... thank San for this later. Lifting my ass off your chest, I grab your hair and force you to rise with me, even as you stumble forward against me. "You're coming... cumming.. hah. With me," I growl into your ear, immediately dragging you forward and throwing you forward so that you slump against the top turnbuckle. Surveying you like a predator about to consume its prey, I pull down my insanely tight compression shorts showing off my proudly standing cock. Leaking and throbbing hard for you.

Hajun_Choi: Sauntering over as you remain still there, barely moving as you slowly adjust yourself, I position myself right behind you, cock in hand and slapping against your lower back. The moan that escapes from you once again the only thing I can hear, making me match it with my own.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 = 7 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 44.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse @Hajun_Choi
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚂ 3 = 7 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 32.

Hajun_Choi: Your singlet is in the way. And as hot as it would be to reveal that sexy thick muscle body of yours, a stronger messages comes across my mind. Gripping the fabric that hugs your ass cheeks, I dig my fingers into them letting out a loud growling grunt to TEAR your singlet and expose that ass crack. A crack that I've exposed in your family's House. A crack that I intend to intrude on. But rather than take you simply liek this, because where would be the fun in that, I grab those tree trunk thighs that dared try to break me. One at a time, they get lifted, snagged onto the middle ropes to keep your ass cheeks spread. That tight puckering hole now complete and easy access, I move back up against you aligning my leaking tip at your hole. "Fuck, you're a tight one aren't you?"

Hajun_Choi: !arouse @Hajun_Choi
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚄ 5 = 8 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 40.

Hajun_Choi: Shuddering, letting my own arousal take over me, I reach my arms forward and ensnare your barely conscious head into a tight sleeper. "Just. Take. ME!" Your hole lubed with pre, I PUSH my 8 inch cock past the near unbreakable entry, muffling your shouts into my hands. Inch by inch pushing forward as I continue to tremble against you.

San_Choi_최산: As much as I want to celebrate my brother's victory... our latest victory over the House of Vega, Kid Nova crashing down into his seat by me makes me feel.. worried? "Hey. Don't stress. My brother's not like that. Your bro's a tough guy. Antares will be fi--," I say, words full of reassurance until Hajun strips down and prowls. "Holy fuck," I say, never having witnessed Hajun embrace this side of him. My hand squeezing Kid Nova's thigh, stunned as his dominance now enters a new realm. "I hope.. Antares... can take it..."

Antares_Estrella: KO'ed from the brutal fireman's carry slam from the top rope, I am completely unresponsive as you sit atop me and the fans shout out the pinfall count with you, further claiming your victory. It's only when you grip my hair and start to drag me up that a semblance of awareness comes back to me, my muscles slow and uncoordinated as I stumble forward before getting thrown face and chest first into the top turnbuckle. I immediately slump into the post, my body exhausted of its strength, even my thick legs unable to support me as I collapse helplessly into the corner. Then I feel your hands on my ass, gripping my singlet, and I realize what you intend to do just a moment before the sound of the sweaty fabric tearing seems to echo through the warehouse. I immediately feel the cooler air on my now bare and vulnerable ass crack and let out a low moan, squirming against the cornerpost, but too weak to resist. "Please....no......" I moan into the top turnbuckle, my voice so low that you might not even hear me, but regardless you grip my powerful legs, one by one, hooking them on the middle rope as if tying me up in a harness. I moan as I feel my muscular ass getting spread, exposing my tight hole, my cock flexing against the turnbuckle as I squirm, helpless to resist you.

Antares_Estrella: But suddenly those steel-cable-like arms, the arms that have plagued me this entire match, that brutally worked me in a headlock, full nelson, and then the finishing bearhug, wrap around my head, snaring me in a tight sleeperhold. I attempt to grab at your arms, my survival instinct taking over as it draws all my attention and focus to protecting my head and resisting your choke. That is until your rock hard cock pushes into my tight hole, forcing its way inside me and penetrating me, slowly stabbing its way inside as I shout into your hands, my body arched against the cornerpost as you violate my proud, muscular ass, pushing past all my defenses as you work to claim me completely. Eyes wide in shock at what is happening, body rigid as you further your domination of me. My cries and shouts of pain and shock muffled by your hands and arms as I writhe and squirm, trapped in the corner and at your mercy as your cock fights to dominate my powerful ass.

Kid_Nova: I cannot even begin to unpack the emotions swirling inside me as I am forced to watch Hajun dragging Antares up off the canvas. The House of Vega knowingly competes in these types of leagues and matches, putting not just our wrestling prowess on the line, but our entire bodies in true battles of body and mind. But having to watch Antares suffer like this in his first match, getting so utterly dominated by his ruthless opponent, has me squirming uncomfortably in my seat. Yet the dominance that Hajun is displaying is intoxicating. Even though it's my brother suffering at his hands, and the reputation of our House getting challenged, I cannot manage to look away. Hajun's peformance is just too captivating. And as much as he has dominated Antares in the ring, I now find myself under his spell as well, unable to resist watching him, my cock throbbing in my pants as he exudes pure alpha control in the ring, making my powerful brother look like a helpless jobber. I've suffered innumerable losses to Antares in our training matches, and I know how powerful he is. To see him so utterly demolished and dominated by Hajun is terrifying and - I am embarrassed to admit it even to myself - exceptionally arousing.

Kid_Nova: As Hajun tears Antares' singlet, I feel the insult to the House of Vega like a slap in my face. It's almost like protesters burning the flag of their enemy. It sends such a strong message, one that cuts deep in my heart. This match is going to send shockwaves through the wrestling league. A serious crack has been made in our reputation, one which we are now going to have to vigorously defend against. Thinking about the ramifications of this match, my mind gets wrenched back to the present as I suddenly hear and see the pained muffled shout of Antares into those brutally powerful arms of Hajun, as Hajun fights to penetrate deep inside my brother's powerful, proud ass. Again, this is more than just a victor claiming his spoils. This is sending a message of dominance, one showing that Hajun is able to claim one of the most powerful assets of the House of Vega. The only thing that would make this worse for our brand is if it were Orion or Vega being dominated like this. Even still, I can't help but watch as Hajun clearly fights to force his cock deeper and deeper inside Antares, my own cock responding more and more in my pants as San grips my thigh, sending further shockwaves to my throbbing groin. Fuck...

Hajun_Choi: It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I now see why San is addicted to this. The pure adrenaline rushing through me as all get to witness my absolute domination. My conquering of this muscle stud below me. It’s in the way your body responds to me with the continue shuddering, the shouts into my arms, and the broken resistance of your tight hole. “Good. You know your place now. Below Me. Just like your House will be,” I growl, continuing my taunts to just get further into that mind. I know you’ve never lost like this, in such a way that your mind and body both seem to be unraveling at the simplest of words. And it only makes me want more. My fucking continues at a steady pace, slowly pulling out until the tip is just about to escape before SLAMMING back into your tight grip. Each time I repeat it I get another one of those perfect shouts, the whimpers growing louder over time. No inch left between us as my sleeper hold tightens, I crane my neck forward for you to see my in your peripheral. A wide grin to remind you who’s dominating you… claiming you. In a surprise move, I lean in and press my lips to your cheek, exaggerating the sound of my kiss before my tongue pushes out to lick the sweat off your face of desperation. The taste makes me fuck even harder. Faster. “Mine,” I growl.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚃ 4 = 10 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 50.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse @Hajun_Choi
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚀ 1 = 4 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 44.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse @Hajun_Choi
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚃ 4 = 10 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 50.

Hajun_Choi: You truly are mine. As if our body became one in this moment. The sounds you cry out and the violent tremor throughout your body as I deprive it of air, pound into it without mercy, and tantalize the mind that keeps it alive… it’s exactly what my own body needed it. Pushing my own face into my bicep, I let out a deep muffled moan, the sound of which gets masked by your own cry of release. Both our bodies shooting off at the same moment as my final thrust into your prostate forces your hole to clench and choke my cock. Sweat soaks us both and keeps us together while your extensive release fills up inside of your singlet coating every little gap there is, and mine seeding your body that seems to accept it all in. I’d be lying if that wasn’t the best orgasm I’d ever had, but there’s no need for the Vega boy to know that. I look up from my arms and see through blurred vision my brother and the other Vega boy sitting and watching in awe. I wink straight at Kid Nova, blowing an air kiss to him too, just to see if his mentality is as weak as his brother’s. Then to my brother, “That’s how it’s done, San.”

San_Choi_최산: I can’t stop watching. My brother has always been strong and dominant in the ring… but never like this. Never with the need to.. claim. Did I unleash something in him? Seeing Antares get subjected to such primal instinct has me wishing that’s how I claimed Kid Nova in our last match. I must. I will. My hand still grips his thighs as I look over, seeing him intensely focused on his brother… and mine? Looking down to his clenched thighs, there’s no denying that his pant are very full. I gulp, finally realizing my own tent and nearly act upon both of our evident needs. But the sound of our brothers’ release paralyzes me. Seeing the two of them together like this puts my mind back into the ring with Kid Nova, making my whole body tense up. Breathing hard through my nose I turn to Nova, fire in my eyes and nearly force him to break his gaze from the ring to steal his lips with mine. Just as I reach forward, my brother’s voice rings clear. My arms drop and I sigh, breathing hard again. I push up from the table, standing tall and proud and look down at Kid Nova, bulge just inches from his face. “That’s 2-1. Your move.”

Antares_Estrella: Shouting and moaning uncontrollably into your arms as your cock stabs into me, breaking the resistance of my powerful hole as you further your domination of me. The choke from the sleeper hold and the violent stabbing of your cock deep inside me keeping me subdued in a helpless stupor, my body completely under your control, my muscles heavy and slumped in the ropes, even my proud, powerful ass getting demolished and destroyed as your cock slams into me over and over again. Your taunts cutting deep into my mind as I squirm helplessly under you, my ass succumbing to your power as you claim my body as yours, your cock stabbing deeper and deeper inside me with each forceful thrust. I whimper and moan into your arm, only to suddenly feel your lips and tongue on my cheek, showing me and the crowd how utterly in control of me you are right now. Trapped physically and mentally on the cusp of unconsciousness, completely at your mercy as you pound my hole, my eyes glassy and unfocused as you brutally claim your victory over me. Pounding my prostate into submission in the same way you demolished my body in this match, my body finally succumbs to you, my ass reflexively clenching around your cock as my balls churn and unload thick ropes of cum into my own singlet, filling any space they can find between the sweat soaked fabric and my exhausted muscles. Pushed beyond any remaining threshold, my body collapses heavily in your arms and the ropes, drained not only of strength, but also of cum.

Kid_Nova: Unable to look away, I watch in shock and awkward arousal as Hajun thrusts deep inside Antares, dominating my brother's proud ass just as he dominated his beefy body this entire match. I want to yell out in protest, to rescue my brother, to do something to defend the House of Vega, but at the same time, I have the strong urge to reach down and rub my throbbing cock. I am disappointed at my obvious arousal at my own brother's destruction, but I cannot take my eyes off of this perfect alpha male claiming him. His incredible physique, his raw brutality, his cruel, ruthless domination of his victim has me completely enthralled as my eyes become fixated on him, my senses narrowing as if I have tunnel vision and he is the only thing I can see. Forgetting everything else around me, the crowd, the announcer, even San, I find myself drawn more and more in to Hajun's domination of my brother, my hand subtly massaging my throbbing cock as it tents in my pants. When Hajun and Antares cry out in simultaneous release, I feel my own cock leaking precum in my pants, threatening to unload even more. As Hajun locks his eyes on me, I feel heat rise in my face, embarrassed by how aroused I have become. My cock flexes again and another squirt of precum leaks into my pants as I let out another uncomfortable squirm in my seat. Breath catching in my throat as my heart rate accelerates, my nipples piercing through my thin shirt, my body in peak arousal, sweat heavy in my pits. I swallow and try to master myself, fighting to keep my composure, unable to stand in my present condition, even as San rises beside me, taunting me over the score between us.

Hajun_Choi: Releasing your head from my arms, I grip your shoulders as you slump against the turnbuckles and ropes and pull my dripping semi out of your ass. Your hole still so tight, not a single drop of cum comes out, keeping my seed in place of my newly claimed muscle. Leaning back forward, still feeling like I could go another round, I let my cock slide under your cheeks, pushing forward to prod against your tightly packed balls. They’re moist, reminding me that your own orgasm has been trapped in your singlet this whole time. Smirking as I kiss your nape, I reach my arms back around your torso, slipping my hand through the opening in front and start squeezing every inch of muscle. “All this muscle and you couldn’t even wear me down,” I tease, growling into your ear. My hand continues snaking through, pausing its journey once it reaches your pool of warmth. Without a single word, I start rubbing your cum all over your deep cut muscles, making sure that every crevice gets coated with your seed. Hand traveling up, down, sideways, everywhere against that thick torso until the cum makes your whole body shimmer under the spotlight. “That’s better. Now you match your namesake. The brightest star.” I pull away, contemplating for a moment of how else I can use you with all my remaining adrenaline. Looking back out to our brothers, San is standing and looking down directly at Kid Nova, while Kid Nova seems the most flustered he’s been all evening. I scoff and lean against the ropes staring down straight at Kid Nova. “Can’t hide how much you want this, huh? You and me, next.” The challenge issued, I climb through the ropes and jump down onto the flood outside the ring, approaching the announcer’s table. Cock still standing proud, covered in my sweat and Antares’, I wink once more, grinning at Kid Nova and taking pleasure in how flustered he gets around me. Clapping my brother’s back with a hard smack, I nod at both of the younger brothers and then to Antares.

Hajun_Choi: “Yah, San. Help your boyfriend get his brother backstage. I’d help, but,” I stop and look down at my still stiff cock. “I’d probably take him another round and claim two more loads.” Reaching over the table, I lightly pat Kid Nova’s bulge and wink once more, letting out a deep laugh before sauntering away to the backstage area. Our fans hands reaching over and giving my body the worship it deserves. I could get used to this.

San_Choi_최산: Nova is still hyper-fixated on everything behind us, making me realize how effective it was bringing my brother in to this family feud. I’m about to speak again when Hajun comes over to the ropes directly in front of us. I turn around, sitting against the desk and scoff at how cocky my brother has become just from this one match. It’s not the first time he’s been nude in front of me, but seeing him like this has me looking away to notice how shiny Antares’ body has become. Licking my lips, wondering how he tastes compared to Nova, my thoughts are broken when Hajun joins us down below. Turning back to face Nova, I hiss when Hajun slaps my back. “Hyung…” I groan, pouting slightly, but his focus is also deadset on Nova. I can’t help but feel a slight tug at my heart seeing Nova so intensely entranced by Hajun. No way… I’m not jealous… am I? But it’s when Hajun reaches over that I feel my whole body stiffen. “Mine..” I growl lowly as he walks away, suddenly grabbing Nova’s forearm to help him stand so that I can join him in carrying his brother to the back.

Antares_Estrella: Having slumped heavily once more into unconsciousness as I succumb to the sleeper hold, no longer kept aware by your violent penetrations, I slowly come back around as your cock stabs at my drained balls, forcing them to swirl in the thick pools of cum filling my singlet. I let out a mix of a whimper and a moan as you kiss my name, your hands reaching around and starting to squeeze and massage my body. I'm far too mind fucked and exhausted to resist, your total domination of my body having been even further solidified as you broke through every muscle in my proud and powerful ass, leaving it filled to the brim with your cum. I moan as my body responds to your touch, my head rolling back against your powerful chest as your hands violate ever part of my singlet, scooping up my spent cum and smearing it into every single inch of my skin, making my already sweat soaked body glisten even more under the relentless lights of the warehouse. Not even aware that you are further humiliating me with your dominating control of my exhausted body, I moan longingly as you continue to rub and kneed my muscles, my cock once against stirring in my singlet. Yet you pull away, finished with me, having taken your prize and used me to send your message to the House of Vega. No longer held up by you, my body slips free of the ropes, slowly slumping down to the canvas, your cum finally starting to ooze out of my now relaxed ass, my cum-soaked body glistening under the lights.

Kid_Nova: Struggling with the desire raging and leaking in my pants, I see you exiting the ring and approaching us, my face immediately flushing as Hajun comments on my very visible arousal, unable to hide it. All I can do is squirm in my seat as Hajun issues his challenge, my mind already racing at how I can face off against this powerful predatory alpha who has utterly demolished my beefier brother with minimal effort. Even as Hajun comments on being able to take Antares another round, which might sound like hyperbole coming from any other wrestler, I know that in this case it is quite probably the truth. Antares stood no chance against the merciless storm of Hajun in that ring, and I already find myself doubting my own chances when facing him. I shudder as he pats my throbbing bulge, another squirt of precum escaping as I have to clench to prevent myself from losing my entire load. Trying to calm myself, I stay seated until San finally takes me by the arm, leading me so we can carry Antares back to the changing area and get him cleaned up. But even with San gripping my arm, I cannot help to cast a look back at Hajun's perfect body disappearing into the crowd. My mind is racing with thoughts about how this night has been a major disaster for the House of Vega, and how fearsome Hajun is as an opponent, and how perfect he looked exuding his raw power. With that last thought I feel my tented cock grind once more in my pants, causing me to buckle slightly as I struggle to adjust it, letting out a whimpering moan of my own as I struggle to retain my load and focus on helping Antares.