Rassle N Roll Federation

This is a Dice Match following the rules and boundaries of Rassle N Roll (RNR) Federation: https://mars.chatfighters.com/federations/Rassle_N_Roll_Federation

The crowd was deafening, and in the squared circle, a veteran stood, ready to face his next challenger. "Alright, here we go again," Retserof thought to himself. The brass of the RNR Federation had asked him to debut yet another newbie, and today, he was facing "a hot one." He made his way to the ring in all his 5'11", 185-pound glory, clad in his classic red trunks and black boots. He high-fived a few regulars, struck a few poses, and waited for his opponent.

The theme music changed, and Joe Miller, a newcomer at 5'5" and 154 lbs, entered the ring area, a wide smile on his face, happy to finally have his debut. He saw the sea of strangers all around and swallowed hard, a mix of excitement and nerves. Joe was wearing simple black trunks, his shirtless pecs and muscles bouncing as he entered the ring. He offered a genuine smile to Retserof. "Hey man, thanks for having me here stud!" he said, the rookie's enthusiasm bubbling over.

Retserof simply nodded, acknowledging the greeting before the two men began to circle each other in the ring, a tense ballet of feints and stares. The moment of stillness was shattered as Retserof was the one to explode into action, the first to move. The bell rang, and the two warriors met in the middle of the ring, ready to fight.

Round 1: The Newcomer's Fire

The two men locked up in a tight battle for dominance, but Retserof, with his veteran experience, gained the upper hand. He tried to start the match with a knee to Joe's abs, but the newcomer defended against it. Retserof followed up with a chop to Joe's muscular pecs, but he was too slow. Joe, with a smirk, caught the arm mid-swing. "Too slow," he whispered, twisting his hips for a counter. He sent a powerful hook against Retserof's abs, the impact leaving the veteran breathless. (Retserof HP: 88 / Pleasure: 0)

Joe's momentum was undeniable. He sent a clothesline, but Retserof sidestepped, catching him from behind in a Full Nelson and applying immediate pressure. (Joe Miller HP: 96 / Pleasure: 0) Joe struggled furiously against the hold, but his sheer will allowed him to burst free. As soon as he was out, he unleashed a solid kick against Retserof's chest, sending the veteran back a few steps. (Retserof HP: 88 / Pleasure: 0)

The rookie, full of fire, followed up with a vicious Forearm Smash to Retserof's jaw, sending him reeling. (Retserof HP: 78 / Pleasure: 0)

Round 2: The Veteran's Vicious Counter

Shaking off the damage, Retserof stared at Joe with intense focus. "Damn," he muttered, "You're a fast learner. And we've just started." He supercharged himself, launching into a clothesline that connected with a loud BAM! that sent Joe to the canvas. (Joe Miller HP: 89 / Pleasure: 0) With Joe down, Retserof immediately followed up with a targeted elbow drop to the newcomer's abs. Joe moaned, and the veteran laughed. (Joe Miller HP: 82 / Pleasure: 0)

Joe, breathing hard, rallied. He flexed his legs and delivered a powerful kick against Retserof's pecs, sending the veteran all the way back. (Retserof HP: 72 / Pleasure: 0) He then ran towards him, hitting his shoulders against Retserof's chest, a classic Spear that sent them both crashing to the mat.

Yet, even as he took the blow, Retserof locked his arms around Joe's head, catching him in a punishing Headlock. He squeezed, taking mini-breaks between each squeeze. (Joe Miller HP: 75 / Pleasure: 0) Joe struggled, eventually rolling and breaking free, but Retserof was relentless. He chased after him, grabbing him by the hair and shoving his head into his musky pits, trapping him in a perfect Dragon Sleeper. (Joe Miller HP: 68 / Pleasure: 0) He secured his legs around Joe's waist, squeezing with a powerful, dominating grip. (Joe Miller HP: 56 / Pleasure: 0)

With Joe completely trapped, Retserof's free arm began to play. It found its way to Joe's pink nipples, fondling them passionately as the crowd roared. "You like that, huh?" he whispered. (Joe Miller HP: 56 / Pleasure: 11) A loud moan escaped Joe's lips as his cock got rock hard. (Joe Miller HP: 56 / Pleasure: 18)

Round 3: The Climax and Submission

As Joe struggled, his strength sapped by pleasure and pain, he finally broke free, crawling away. Retserof simply stood and stomped a foot onto his back. "Going somewhere?" he taunted. He then grasped Joe's legs, twisting him into a painful Boston Crab. As Joe frantically tried to escape, Retserof slid his free hand down his trunks, teasing his junk. (Joe Miller HP: 53 / Pleasure: 23)

Joe, desperate and rock-hard, burst out of the hold and snapped a forearm into Retserof's jaw. (Retserof HP: 68 / Pleasure: 0)

"You wanna play rough, eh? Let's play rough," Retserof smirked. He delivered three consecutive, brutal stomps to Joe's back before mounting him and locking him in a vicious Camel Clutch. (Joe Miller HP: 33 / Pleasure: 23) He pulled Joe's hair, laughing maniacally, as his free arm found Joe's nipples, squeezing hard. (Joe Miller HP: 33 / Pleasure: 35) Joe's struggles were now completely futile. (Joe Miller HP: 33 / Pleasure: 40)

Retserof, seeing the complete desperation in Joe's face, decided to end it. He left Joe straddled on his knee, his arm sliding down into the newcomer’s trunks, grabbing his now-leaky shaft. He grabbed firm and began stroking furiously, edging him hard as Joe's moans grew louder. (Joe Miller HP: 33 / Pleasure: 49)

"Wanna get it over with, kid? Or would you rather I knock you out?" Retserof smirked, completely in control.

Joe's defiance was a last gasp. He kicked Retserof's abs, but the veteran simply brushed it off. Retserof quickly circled around to Joe's back, and with the newcomer still stunned from his last futile attack, his hand snaked down, slipping under the waistband of his trunks. Without a moment's hesitation, he gripped Joe’s rock-hard cock, and with a quick, furious stroke, the newcomer's body went into a ragged spasm. He cried out, his load spraying onto the canvas in a sudden, explosive burst. (Joe Miller Pleasure: 50 - MAXED)

The Climax and The Victory

Joe slumped into his own puddle of mess, his body completely drained. Retserof mounted him one last time, locking in the Camel Clutch that he used to end all his conquests. (Joe Miller HP: 20 / Pleasure: 50) He pulled on Joe's hair, stretching him for all to see. (Joe Miller HP: 10 / Pleasure: 50) With one final, powerful pull, Joe's world went completely black. He was out cold. (Joe Miller HP: 0 / Pleasure: 50)

Retserof, completely in his element, was busy kissing his own bicep when he finally realized Joe had gone out. "Oh, already out?" he said, releasing the hold. The referee moved to count, but Retserof stopped him. He flipped Joe over, placed one leg on his chest, and struck a magnificent bicep pose for the cheering audience. "Now you may count!" he instructed.

"ONE, TWO, THREE!"

The bell rang, signaling the end. Retserof sat on Joe's chest and gently woke him up. "You did good, kid. Just not good enough," he smirked, leaving the defeated rookie to wallow in his defeat.

Published: 2025-10-15, viewed 138 times.