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 RNR arena was buzzing for the first main card of the new week. Retserof (Height: 5'11", Weight: 185 lbs, Gear: Red Hot Trunks and Black Boots) swaggered toward the ring, the familiar bass of his theme music setting the predatory tone. He casually peeled off his leather jacket, revealing a seasoned, muscular frame that had already "destroyed" tonight’s opponent in two previous encounters. Across from him stood Viktor Vain (20-something, Gear: White Speedos with "VAIN" in gold), a wrestler returning to the federation with a chip on his shoulder and a desperate need to prove he wasn't just a jobber. As Vain discarded his towel, the bell rang, signaling the start of their third—and perhaps final—clash.

The Ruthless Opening

Retserof didn't wait for the formalities. Before Vain could even settle into a stance, the experienced wrestler charged. He launched a heavy boot directly into Vain’s face, a kick that landed with a sickening crack and dropped the younger man instantly. (Viktor Vain HP: 94).

Vain rolled away, clutching his jaw and shouting in frustration. He tried to retaliate with a kick and a punch of his own, but his movements were sluggish, still reeling from the opening blow. Retserof sidestepped the flailing limbs with ease, danced to Vain’s back, and performed a crisp sideslam that sent Vain crashing into the mat. (Viktor Vain HP: 89).

Vain managed to sit up and yank Retserof’s legs, toppling the older man for a brief moment of offense. (Retserof HP: 110).

However, Retserof’s recovery was instant. He snagged Vain mid-scramble and folded him into a punishing Full Nelson, hoisting the younger man up and stretching his shoulders to the limit. Retserof took a moment to breathe, his energy returning as he held his prey. (Viktor Vain HP: 80). (Retserof HP: 117).

Turnbuckle Humiliation

"Enjoying this, young man?" Retserof chirped with a smirk. He dragged the struggling Vain to the turnbuckle, pinning him from the back and leaning his full weight against the rookie's spine. The crushing pressure was relentless. (Viktor Vain HP: 78).

Between surges of weight, Retserof began to dance seductively, grinding his bulge rhythmically against Vain’s firm glutes. The arousal of the moment left Vain flustered and blushing a deep crimson. (Viktor Vain Pleasure: 16).

Vain managed to free one hand and shove his way out of the ring to catch his breath. He took a moment to recover, but the visible fluster of the grinding was already taking root. (Retserof Pleasure: 3). (Viktor Vain HP: 83). (Viktor Vain Pleasure: 20).

Retserof didn't give him peace. He bounced off the ropes and launched himself in a high-velocity spear between the ropes, tackling Vain on the floor outside. Both men took heavy damage from the concrete impact. (Viktor Vain HP: 76). (Retserof HP: 106).

The Battle of the Crabs

The action returned to the ring, where Vain managed to land a heavy stomp to the older man's back. (Retserof HP: 95).

Retserof snarled, catching Vain’s leg before it could be pulled back. He twisted the limb and flipped the younger man over into a deep Boston Crab. The veteran sat back on Vain’s spine, recovering his stamina while the younger man screamed in agony. (Viktor Vain HP: 70). (Retserof HP: 105).

Vain buckled his hips and managed a desperate reversal, toppling Retserof and locking in a Boston Crab of his own. The damage was heavy as the rookie tried to give the master a taste of his own medicine. (Retserof HP: 95).

Retserof clawed at the mat, his own arousal spiking as Vain mocked him from above. (Retserof Pleasure: 3).

Vain transitioned the hold, sitting on the older man's back and hauling his arms in for a Camel Clutch. "You know where this is going!" Vain shouted, applying fierce damage with Retserof's own finisher. (Retserof HP: 83). (Retserof HP: 78).

The Dragon Sleeper and the Forced Climax

Retserof’s struggle intensified until he managed to roll Vain down. He instantly snared Vain’s head in his armpit, flexing his bicep against the rookie's throat in a Dragon Sleeper. (Viktor Vain HP: 77).

Vain escaped briefly, but Retserof pursued him across the ring, tackling him back to the mat and securing him in another suffocating Dragon Sleeper. The veteran took a moment to recover as he pulled Vain’s head tight into his musky armpit, forcing the rookie to inhale his thick, masculine scent. (Retserof HP: 82).

The musk was intoxicating. Retserof overexerted, his own heat rising as he began to caress Vain’s body. (Retserof Pleasure: 18). (Viktor Vain Pleasure: 29).

Vain managed to roll into a Rear Naked Choke, trying to squeeze the life out of the veteran. (Retserof HP: 77).

Retserof didn't panic. He slid his arm behind him, found the rookie's bulge, and reached into the speedos to grab ahold of the shaft. He began furiously stroking Vain while the choke was still locked in. Vain tried to maintain control, but the expert friction was too much. (Retserof HP: 74). (Viktor Vain Pleasure: 43). (Viktor Vain Pleasure: 46).

In a few masterful strokes, Vain lost all control. He moaned loudly, his body going limp as he ejaculated all over Retserof’s back. (Viktor Vain Pleasure: 50 - MAXED) (Viktor Vain Climax: 1/3) (Viktor Vain Pleasure: 0).

Retserof basked in the warmth on his back, his own arousal surging as he took a moment to recover from the choke. (Retserof Pleasure: 30). (Retserof HP: 70).

The Master's Final Lesson

"Now... about the camel earlier..." Retserof whispered. He mounted the stunned Vain from the back, applying a brutal Over the Knee Backbreaker that strained the rookie’s spine to the absolute limit. (Viktor Vain HP: 58).

Retserof continued to crank the damage, determined to break Vain for real. (Viktor Vain HP: 52).

Vain managed a desperate escape, but Retserof was relentless. He sprinted after the crawling rookie, hauling him up and driving his back against his knee in a savage Over the Knee Backbreaker. (Viktor Vain HP: 45).

Retserof overexerted, ignoring the toll on his own stamina as he farmed the screams from the younger man. The damage was catastrophic. (Retserof HP: 65). (Viktor Vain HP: 38). (Viktor Vain HP: 35). (Viktor Vain HP: 30). (Viktor Vain HP: 21).

Vain was well and truly broken. "FUCK I GIVE, OKAY FUCK PLEASE AGHHHHHH!" he screamed, tapping the mat like a maniac.

Retserof just laughed. "Ooh, little bitch taps, eh?" He ignored the surrender, mounting Vain in a Camel-Choke combo. He pulled the rookie’s head back until his voice went hoarse. "Admit you're a bitch! Call me Master!" (Viktor Vain HP: 16). (Viktor Vain HP: 10).

"FUCK MASTER PLEASE STOP, I AM JUST A BITCH!" Vain wailed, his spirit totally shattered. Retserof gave one final, tiny squeeze to the neck before letting the limp body slump onto the mat. (Viktor Vain HP: 4 - Defeated).

The winner, Retserof, posed triumphantly over the defeated body for the fans. He eventually hoisted the broken rookie into a fireman's carry and dragged him out of the ring. As they reached the entrance, the master delivered a final, sharp tap to Vain’s supple bum. "This ass is mine," he declared, claiming his prize as they disappeared into the shadows.

Published: 2026-01-15, viewed 104 times.