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 mid-match card at RNR was already heating up when the classic, heavy bass of the veteran’s entrance music filled the arena. Retserof (Height: 5'11", Weight: 185 lbs, Gear: Red Hot Trunks and Leather Jacket) jogged into the ring, his jacket casually open to reveal meaty pecs while his trademark trunks left little to the imagination. 

Across the ring stood his former protégé, Evan O'Malley (Height: 5'8", Weight: 155 lbs, Gear: Irish Flag Speedos and Black Boots), an "Irish Stud" eager to prove how much he had grown since their first encounter. Evan tore off his sleeveless hoodie, his cut biceps gleaming under the lights as the referee signaled for the bell.

The Mid-Card Clash

The match began with the two circling like predators. Evan lunged first, coming in fast and hot to connect a quick jab square to the veteran’s jaw. The punch caught Retserof off guard. (Retserof HP: 93).

Evan tried to follow up with an Irish whip, but the veteran planted his feet, refusing to budge. Retserof trapped the smaller man in a seductive trap, instantly beginning to sap the rookie's focus. (Evan Pleasure: 8).

Retserof maneuvered Evan into a tight Full Nelson, but instead of cranking the shoulders, he began to rhythmically hump Evan’s rear, much to the delight of the raucous crowd. The veteran’s energy surged as he fed off the audience's cheers. (Retserof HP: 100).

The friction was intoxicating. Retserof overexerted himself, his own arousal rising as he continued to assault Evan’s bum from behind. (Retserof Pleasure: 7).

Evan’s face flushed a deep crimson as he felt the veteran pressing into him. The sensation was overwhelming. (Evan Pleasure: 16).

Submission Wars: Crabs and Scissor Holds

"A little early to be playing dirty, eh bud?" Evan grunted, finally managing to pull free from the hold. He adjusted the growing bulge in his Irish speedos before leveling a big boot into Retserof’s midsection. The kick sent the veteran back with a satisfying thud. (Retserof HP: 92).

Retserof doubled over but didn't stay down. He raced forward with a shoulder tackle, spearing Evan into the mat. (Evan HP: 90).

While Evan was disoriented, Retserof seized his legs and twisted him into a punishing Boston Crab. "How's the leg now, big boy?" he laughed as he torqued the joints. (Evan HP: 83).

Evan grit his teeth and kicked out, searching for leverage. He managed to yank Retserof to the side and wrap his powerful legs around the veteran’s midsection in a tight Body Scissor. (Retserof HP: 84).

"I dunno, you tell me how the legs are, mate," Evan fired back, lifting himself off the mat to crank the pressure. Retserof responded with furious elbows to the rookie's thighs until the grip loosened. The veteran rolled to the side and hauled Evan into a Grounded Bearhug. (Evan HP: 79).

Enraged, Retserof overexerted his grip, his own lust for dominance growing. (Retserof Pleasure: 11).

He squeezed until Evan’s ribs creaked and his breathing became labored. The damage was severe. (Evan HP: 71).

The Camel Clutch Tease

Evan reared his head back, catching Retserof’s nose with a sharp headbutt. The daze allowed the rookie to roll them over and escape, following up with a kick to Retserof’s exposed side. (Retserof HP: 76).

Retserof chased the crawling rookie, eventually securing him in a clean Over the Knee Backbreaker. He held the position, taking a moment to recover his stamina. (Evan HP: 65). (Retserof HP: 80).

Evan tried to kip his legs up to reverse the hold, but the effort only caused his cock to bounce against the fabric of his speedos. The pleasure of the struggle was beginning to take root. (Evan Pleasure: 20).

Retserof stomped onto Evan’s back to keep him pinned before hauling him up into a Camel Clutch. Instead of applying traditional pressure, the veteran pulled Evan up by his hair while his other hand went after the rookie’s fresh pink nips. (Evan HP: 55). (Retserof Pleasure: 20).

The crowd roared as Evan moaned, his cock grinding into the mat as Retserof worked the erotic hold. (Evan Pleasure: 30).

The First Explosion in the Dragon Sleeper

Evan bucked like a bronco, grabbing Retserof’s face to dislodge the hold. He flipped the veteran over and slid behind him, wrapping his arms and legs around the older man in a Seated Rear-Naked Choke. "Wanna get dirty, huh?" Evan whispered, his hand sliding down to knead Retserof’s bulge. (Retserof Pleasure: 30).

Evan nibbled on the veteran’s earlobe while massaging the package in the red trunks. Retserof’s heat was nearly at its limit. (Retserof Pleasure: 33).

Retserof roared, rolling violently until he slid out of the choke. He instantly pulled Evan’s head into his armpit, trapping him in a suffocating Dragon Sleeper. "Who's the boy now, bitch?" he growled. His free hand explored Evan's physique, landing on his groin with extra squeezes. (Evan Pleasure: 40).

Retserof’s hand slid underneath the waistband of the Irish flag speedos. It was warm and sticky inside. (Evan Pleasure: 49).

Determined to break the rookie, Retserof overexerted, ignoring the toll on his own energy. (Retserof HP: 71).

In just a few short, expert strokes, Evan began to convulse. His eyes fluttered as Retserof popped his champagne. (Evan Pleasure: 50 - MAXED) (Evan Climax: 1/3) (Evan Pleasure: 0).

The Ankle Lock Grind

Retserof took a moment to calm his racing pulse as Evan shuddered through the aftershocks of his climax. (Retserof Pleasure: 25).

"I've taken your dignity, kid. Now it's time to take over you completely!" Retserof tightened the Dragon Sleeper, drowning the rookie in his musky armpit. (Evan HP: 50).

Evan managed to lubricate his escape with sweat and rolled away, but his cock remained stiff and sensitive. (Evan Pleasure: 6).

The rookie landed a kick to Retserof’s jaw to buy time. (Retserof HP: 61).

Retserof caught Evan by the leg as he tried to flee, locking in a deep Ankle Lock. He paused to recover his stamina while applying pressure. (Evan HP: 42). (Retserof HP: 67).

Evan’s frustration grew as his cock stiffened again in the hold. (Evan Pleasure: 14).

He managed to yank his leg free, but Retserof was relentless. The veteran jumped onto Evan's back, lifting the leg into another Boston Crab. (Evan HP: 34).

Retserof sat back on the rookie's spine, taking another breath to restore his vitality. (Retserof HP: 72).

The Bearhug and Final Collapse

Evan was well and truly stuck, his legs screaming in pain as Retserof worked the hold. The pleasure of the agony continued to build. (Evan Pleasure: 20).

Retserof began a relentless assault, stretching the legs and breaking the rookie’s back with every surge of pressure. (Evan HP: 24). (Evan HP: 18).

"Wouldn't be long now, kid!" Retserof taunted. Evan clawed at the mat, his arousal spiking as his legs were pulled apart like a wishbone. (Evan Pleasure: 30).

One final squeeze from the veteran brought Evan to the brink of collapse. (Evan HP: 8).

Retserof rolled the rookie over and planted a boot onto his neck, flexing a Double Bicep for the audience. Evan lay facedown, unable to escape the veteran’s casual dominance. (Evan Pleasure: 37).

Suddenly, Retserof removed the boot and yanked Evan up, hoisting him into a Torture Rack. "It's time for my victory tour!" he declared, his hand reaching into Evan's trunks to grab his sore, stiff junk. (Evan Pleasure: 45).

"Ready to pop again, kid?" Retserof asked, working the shaft until Evan erupted for the second time. Ropes of white seed spurted onto the mat as Evan moaned and whined in a rack of ecstasy. (Evan Pleasure: 50 - MAXED) (Evan Climax: 2/3) (Evan Pleasure: 0).

The Climax: Humiliation and Victory

Evan went limp on the veteran's shoulders. Retserof repositioned him for a Piledriver, but first, he shoved Evan’s face deep into the waistband of his sweat-soaked red trunks for maximum humiliation. (Evan HP: 3).

Evan flailed weakly, smothered by the musky fabric before the veteran slammed him into the mat. As they landed, Retserof rolled Evan onto his back and mounted him in a Schoolboy Pin, pressing one finger to the rookie’s chest while flexing for the crowd. (Evan Pleasure: 10).

The referee’s hand hit the mat. ONE... TWO... THREE!

The winner, Retserof, maintained his mount, performing a triumphant pose as his victory music blared. "Thanks for the match, kid. See you in the locker room?" he whispered with a wink. Evan could only offer a groggy nod as the veteran took his victory lap, leaving the rookie decisively defeated.

Published: 2025-12-27, viewed 97 times.