SECW - SouthEast Championship Wrestling

 Starfox: New talent is emerging in the wrestling world all the time but when someone is young and hungry and amazingly talented word starts to get around about them. It's usually slow at first and hyper-localized but if the guy is really good it doesn't take long for it to start to filter through the local region then that state and eventually make it up to the regional level. Most guys will never advance beyond the regionals to make the big time national and international promotions. A few super talented or just incredibly dedicated guys do though and sometimes they're such talents that those invites come at shockingly young ages. Such is the case with Kavion Turner "The Young Lion."

Starfox: I first saw him working as an emerging talent out of Texas' notoriously rough and tumble backyard wrestling scene. The kid was good. Very good. He started making his name in the Lone Star state but it was down in Mexico where he really EXPLODED onto the independent wrestling circuit. From there The Young Lion started showing up in Singapore and Canada, making a name for himself. He's been fun to watch and he impressed the hell out of me. So naturally I reached out on behalf of South East Championship Wrestling and offered the kid a chance to join our roster at the regional level. I could sense his excitement through his response and I hafta admit I was excited as hell to get a chance to work with this young up and comer.

Starfox: We fly the kid out to Atlanta from his Texas base and I meet him at the airport for the relatively quick drive up to Alpharetta and SECW's home base. Introduce him around to the guys in the locker room and then leave him be to start my own preparation for this audition match....

Kavion_Turner: Man, when I got that invite from Starfox to come audition for SECW, I ain't gon' lie, I was hyped as hell. This the kinda shot young lions like me dream about. Back in Texas, grinding in them backyard rings, taking bumps on concrete just to get noticed, then blowing up down in Mexico, Singapore, Canada... all that hustle finally paying off with a call to the Southeast regionals. Real recognize real, and Starfox seeing the talent in me? That's big respect. Flight into Atlanta was smooth, touch down at Hartsfield-Jackson, bags in hand, feelin' that Georgia humidity hittin' different from back home.

Kavion_Turner: Starfox picks me up himself, cool as ever, dappin' me up like we been knowing each other forever. Quick drive up to Alpharetta, talking shop the whole way—how he been watching my matches, impressed with the fire I bring. Man, that meant a lot coming from a vet like him.

Kavion_Turner: Pull up to the SECW base, walk into that locker room... all eyes on the new kid. The Young Lion, 18 and hungry, Black excellence stepping in the door. Fellas nodding, some sizing me up, but I just smile and keep it respectful. Introductions all around, handshakes, welcome-to-the-fam vibes. Then Starfox leaves me to get ready. I step into some newer black briefs I had made just for this. A big gold lion on the bulge, "Young Lion" in gold cursive print on the ass. Goddamn, they look good. Lace up my boots, tape the wrists, look in the mirror. Yeah, this the moment. Audition match comin' up, and I ain't here to play games. I'm here to show why they call me the Young Lion. Roar loud, take names, and earn that roster spot. Let's get it, Starfox... ring bell, and I'm bringing everything I got.

Starfox: I leave you to find a spot and navigate the guys and locker room while I move to my spot and start to get dressed. Stripping down I pull out my signature look for this match. My favorites and I know I look good in them. Sliding on my TIGHT royal blue speedos with gold star on the crotch, BULGING HEAVILY in obvious excitement for this young STUD, FOX across my ass in gold letters. Adjust my trunks and rearrange my junk up front to make sure that gold star bulges just right. Not above trying to use some dickstraction against the young fighter. Pull out matching royal blue boots with gold trim and laces. Pulling them on and lacing 'em up. Finally the gold arm ties secured around my biceps. Making them look pumped and good. Can hear the crowd buzzing out in the arena. Audition matches are always first up when they happen and this one's no different.

Starfox: I ask the young guy reffing this match if you're ready and he reports that you are. I don't go check you myself though since I want to see your reaction to my gear and look when you get to the ring. Audition matches here run a bit different too in that the established SECW star handling the match comes out first. Gives us a chance to gauge an audience's reaction to the guy being auditioned and to see how he handles his own walk out. I let the ring guys know I'm ready and then my music starts and the screens flanking the entry ramp come to life. Katy Perry's anthem Roar underscoring the rolling clips of me hitting big moves on some big stars both in SECW and from int'l promotions all over the world.

Starfox: I step out at the top of the entry ramp and the crowd's reaction is always GREAT for me in my home promotion! I raise my arms, acknowledging their affection before dancing and working my way down the ramp. Criss-crossing the aisle to slap hands, take selfies and generally renew the bond I have with my southern fan base. This accomplished I slide up under the ropes and scramble up to the middle rope! Raising my arms, showing off my smooth, slim, athletically muscled 5'7" 170lbs body! Hopping down, shake the young ref's hand and move back to watch this entrance as the screens of my highlight reels and my music start to fade.......

Kavion_Turner: I hear Starfox's music playing and take a deep breath. Still in the locker room, I take that last look in the mirror. Slim 6'0" frame, 150 on the dot, everything clean and tucked right—no distractions, just business. Black trunks with the gold lion huggin' my junk perfect, boots laced tight, wrists taped. I'm ready. I make my way to the entry ramp. Lights drop in the arena, crowd buzzin' low. Then—BOOM—that deep lion roar echoes through the whole arena, vibrating in my chest like it's callin' me out.

Kavion_Turner: War drums kick in heavy, my theme hitting with that African rhythm mixed with hip-hop bass—straight fire. Gorilla position, curtain pulls back, and I burst through like I own the night. 18 years young, heart pounding, but I'm bouncing on my toes, slapping hands with the fans down the aisle, yelling "Let's go!" Pure energy, tryna make this name last forever.

Kavion_Turner: Slide under the bottom rope, pop up quick, hit the corners—arms out, roarin' back at the crowd like the Young Lion I am. They eat it up, chanting "KT! KT!" already. Then I turn... and there he is. Starfox, standing across the ring in his gear, looking every bit the vet that scouted me. I clock those bulging trunks of his, too. Man... lowkey starstruck for a second. Icon. This the dude who believed in me first, flew me out, gave me this shot. But nah, can't freeze. Eyes lock on his, nod slow—respect—but that fire in me is burning brighter now. I bounce light on my feet, crack my neck, mouthin' to myself: "Time to show out." Bell 'bout to ring, and The Young Lion ready to hunt. Let's eat, fam.

Starfox: Leaning on the ropes and hearing the crowd buzzing. Waiting to see the next guy out. You sent me your entry stuff as part of our initial exchange of interest and info so all that's pre-loaded into our systems. The lion's sudden ROAR though still makes me shiver in the dark. FUCK this kid's GOOD! I think while I'm standing out here experiencing your entry first hand. The deafening roar fades into the ominous thump of African war drums, the hip-hop bass fading up and syncing with it to create a dynamic sound blending modern style with an undercurrent of subtle tradition. It's exquisite and I don't know who handled the blending for you but they deserve a raise whoever they were. The curtains part and the lighting reveals the silhouette of the Young Lion, crouched for just a second before EXPLODING OUTWARD like Simba going for Scar's jugular. The theatricality of it definitely appeals as the lights rise and I find myself grinning ear to ear. A veteran performer becoming a fan with the best seat in the house for the arrival of Kavion Turner, "The Young Lion" "Black Excellence" to SECW.

Starfox: Fans recognize energy and charisma when they see it and you've got both in spades. The POP you get is immediate and impressive. I know the older guys in the back are definitely going to note that. You virtually CHARGE down to the ring and slide in under the bottom ropes. Your name and highlight reel flashing through on the screens behind you. Crowd is INTO YOU in a big way chanting your initials while you cover the ring. Working up every side. Kid knows how to work a crowd, and then I watch you turn. Your attention clawed away from the fans, your focus shifts to me. Your opponent for this match. I watch your eyes widen just a bit as the reality of where you've gotten hits you. I note the way your eyes dart to the star attraction before raising up to lock with mine. The slow nod of respect. Youth paying homage to experience. I return the favor, experience acknowledging talent. It's time to find out if that talent has what it takes to succeed at this level. You bounce on your feet and I can't tell if it's nerves or your own pre-match ritual though. The ref calls us center. He's young. One of the guys in our training program but he's reffed numerous times for us. Knows his role and his job. I nod acknowledging his instructions and then offer a hand to the young gun before the bell......

Kavion_Turner: Ref calls us to the center, going through the usual—clean match, blah blah. I'm bouncing light, eyes locked on Starfox the whole time, that royal blue gear poppin' under the lights, gold star bulging bold. Vet looking sharp, but I'm feeling myself too.

Kavion_Turner: He finishes the instructions, nods, then extends that hand—respect from the OG. Crowd quieting down, waiting. I step in close, reach out like I'm 'bout to shake it... then nah. Quick pull back, slow drag my hand up the side of my fresh fade, smooth as hell, fingers gliding over them tight cropped sides, smirking big the whole time.

Kavion_Turner: Whole arena hits me with that loud "Ooooooooh!"—they feeling the spunk. Young Lion ain't scared, got balls bigger than the ring. I tilt my head at Starfox, grin wider, mouthing silently: "Not yet, fam." Then bounce back to my corner, arms up, roaring quick to the crowd again, getting 'em hyped. Ref shakes his head smilin', signals for the bell. I'm circlin' already, loose and ready to pounce.

Starfox: My handshake is rejected. The young stud's manners not matching his charisma and talent. The cockiness of youth spilling over into disrespectful arrogance. Crowd "ooooohhhhhhhhh"s the move and you mouth back at me before moving to your corner. I smirk and decide that you're going to pay for that move. Ref shakes his head, he's seen it before. Calls for the bell.....

BELL: DING DING DING

Starfox: And it's time to show this kid how we do things here at the regionals. I move out, circling. Arms up. Admiration in my gaze replaced by cold, detached determination. Watching you. Moving with the comfort and ease of a veteran whose been in rings longer than you've been alive.

Kavion_Turner: Bell rings and I'm moving, circling smooth with that bounce in my step, eyes dead on you. You're out here looking all veteran cool, but I see that smirk—you mad about the handshake fake-out. Good. Stew on it. I need every advantage this match.

Kavion_Turner: I shoot in quick for the classic collar-and-elbow, hands up high—one gripping the back of your neck, the other locking your elbow tight. We tie up center ring, pushing and jockeying for position. I'm 6-foot even, slim but wired, and the second we lock I feel it... you gotta look up a lil', them few inches I got on your 5'7" frame hitting different.

Kavion_Turner: I lean in close, voice low so only you hear: "Yeah, you shorter than I thought, fam... gotta reach up for this Young Lion." Smirk big, pushing forward with them long legs, tryna back your ass toward the ropes and let you know real quick: this ain't no backyard no more, but the height and speed? That's all mine.Crowd feeling the tension already. Let's see how the vet handle this pressure.

Starfox: You shoot in quick, eager to engage. The young bucks always are. You engage and I respond. I've gotta reach up a bit but it gives me chance, up close and in person, to get a good unobstructed look at the Young Lion's lean, wiry frame. All muscle though and I find that out when you start to leverage your height against me. Expected. Nothing I can't handle. I bench more than you. You taunt me and I give ground, struggling though to really sell you on your superiority here. Betting you'll bite on that hook, line, and sinker. Step by step I give ground, making it look and feel grudging. Luring you in, setting the trap.

Starfox: Step by step you march me back towards the ropes. Crowd buzzing. Decades in the ring have honed my awareness and I know exactly how many steps it takes to get to the ropes from the center where we started. We get near the ropes and I dip down to draw you off balance at the sudden change of plane and angle before LUNGING UP and into you, attempting to WHIP you around and reverse our positions, turning us slightly to PLANT you back in the corner!!!

Kavion_Turner: Damn... one second I'm marching your ass back, feeling strong with that height advantage, talking my shit. Next thing, you dips low and BOOM, you surge up like a damn spring-loaded trap. Strength hitting different, whipping me around clean and slamming my back into the corner pads. Turnbuckles dig in, air whooshes out my lungs for a split sec. Crowd pops loud. Half for the vet's slick reversal, half shocked the young kid just got schooled. I blink quick, surprised as hell. Okay, Starfox... that was clean. Real clean. Respect where it's due—the vet still got tricks.

Kavion_Turner: But nah, can't stay impressed long. Fire kicks back in instant. I plant my hands on your shoulders, shove you off hard, creating space, then wind up big, arm swinging wide, and crack a nasty backhand knife-edge chop right across them smooth pecs! WHAM! Echoes through the whole arena like a gunshot, leaving a red handprint already formin' on that chest.

Kavion_Turner: Crowd "Wooooo!" loud as hell, feeling that sting from ringside. I step in close again, grinnin' wild, voice cocky: "How that feel, old man? Young Lion got hands too." Arms out, bouncing on my toes, daring you to bring it back. "Let's go!"

Starfox: PLANT you against the turnbuckles and hear the impact of your long, lean frame taking it. The air WHOOOFFFFF from your skinny chest. I start to disengage when you put hands on me and SHOVE me off you. Kid's got fire before you show that speed you've got and CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK big backhand chop RIFLES across my chest!!!! Feel my pecs heatin' up. I sell it good, though honestly that wiry power's good enough where I ain't workin' to hard at that. Stumbling around in a tight circle, arm up across my chest. Feeling my pecs heating up, know they'll be glowing a bit from that. Gold star pulses some as I move back around. Crowd enjoying the big reverb you got on that. You taunt me again and I'll put up with a bit of that but your mouth's starting to write checks and you ain't been around long enough to have the funds to cover 'em.

Starfox: You move out of the corner, feeling good about that chop. You should. It was a banger. Got my attention but now I'm ready to let you know where you are and who you're fuckin' dealing with. Your arms go out and I step in and POUND a boot into your wide open abs! Stepping in right after to grip the back of your head. Pulling you in as your body folds from the kick to the midsection. Tight, low whisper, "this ain't yer cousin's backyard kid......" Before i BLAST YOU with one of my signature European Uppercuts. Rifling it up and SMASHING it into your exposed jawline!! Crowd ROARS as the mouthy Lion gets his comeuppance from the chest chop

Kavion_Turner: I'm out the corner feeling good, arms wide, waiting for you to fire back with another chop—but nah, you step in quick and BAM, drive that boot deep into my abs! Air blasts outta me like a popped balloon, slim gut sinking in hard. Wasn't ready for that shit at all, body folds instant, hands clutching at my midsection.

Kavion_Turner: You grab the back of my head, pull me in close, whispering that slick shit 'bout this ain't no backyard... then CRACK! That European Uppercut rifles up under my jaw like a damn piston! Head snaps back violent, teeth clack, vision flashes white for a sec. Whole body rocks, stumbling straight back into them turnbuckles again, sliding down a bit till my ass hits the middle pad.

Kavion_Turner: Crowd roaring wild now. Jaw throbbing, abs burning... okay, that pissed me off. Young Lion blood boiling. I shake it off quick, eyes narrowing—nah, you ain't shuttin' this mouth yet. I explode outta the corner, arm cocked back, swinging wild for a big-ass clothesline aimed right at that marked-up chest! Tryna take the vet's head clean off with this one.

Starfox: That uppercut sends you REELING back into the corner. Giving you a taste of what you're in for tonight. I watch you absorb that shot. Selling it like the champ you are in that phase of our work. Watch your smokin' hot body slide down til your ass comes to rest on the middle buckle. Crowd's rockin', The Young Lion catchin' it from the veteran here. Watch the shock turn to anger and the anger quickly fire off into rage. Let the lessons begin. You charge out. Reckless. Wild. The flame of youth turning to a conflagration of rage. That clothesline's clumsy and wild. Undisciplined and dumb. I reach up, catching it and smoothly twist under you, locking on an arm bar that's quickly converted into a tight hammerlock. Getting in close, my gold pouch pressed your firm, muscled ass. "Lesson 1 kid. Never attack angry." This is whispered quick while we're in close.

Starfox: I then push you forward, still maintaining control of your arm to JERK you back around and SLAP you hard with an open hand that gets a SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK at least as loud as your chop earlier did. The big open hand swinging through your facial plane and then quickly reversing course to become the mother of all BITCHSLAPS as i backhand you back the other way with another loud SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! Crowd EATING THAT UP watching the youngster getting, quite literally, smacked around by the older veteran. "Lesson 2. Always shake hands with your elders." Delivering some real punishment for your antics earlier, and then JERKING you forward for a quick, stiff shortarm clothesline!!!

Kavion_Turner: I charge out wild, arm swinging hard—but damn, you read it perfect. Catch my arm mid-swing, twisting under smooth as hell, wrenching it into that hammerlock quick. Pain shoots up my shoulder, but then you press in close... feel that gold star pouch grinding right against my ass. I'm twisting, tryna fight it, but you got control tight. Then you shove me forward and I stumble a step, only to jerk me back spinnin'. SMACK! Open hand cracks across my face loud as a whip, head snaps one way, cheek burning instant. Before I can even react... SMACK! Backhand the other direction, stinging twice as bad, ears ringing, crowd going absolutely nuts, eating up the Young Lion gettin' straight schooled and slapped silly.

Kavion_Turner: Ears ringin', face on fire, then that shortarm clothesline hits stiff as fuck right across my chest and throat. Arm drills me like a steel bar, knocks me clean off my feet, back hitting the mat hard, bouncing once before I sprawl out flat, staring up at the lights, chest heaving, trying to suck air back in. Whole body stunned, jaw, face, chest—all throbbing. Crowd loud as hell. Okay... okay, vet... you got that one. But the Lion still breathing. I roll slow to my side, shaking the ringing from my ears, my head feeling all foggy from the blows. Lesson learned? Maybe. But this fire? Still burning. Gimme a sec, Starfox... I'm gettin' up.

Starfox: I DRIVE through that shortarm clothesline and PLANT you into the mat with authority born of experience and to many upper body/arm days in the gym to count. The Young Lion's down on the mat. Sucking wind. You roll to your side and start to get up. Guess what? I'm already there. Things move a bit quicker at this level too. Your head's shaking, doubtless trying to clear the stars from those last few blows. I reach down and grab your head, pulling you up. Swing you around and bury another boot into your heaving abs! Step in again, catching your head as you double. Pulling your inside arm up behind my neck. Reach in. Grip your flashy black and gold trunks. Knees dip and then I'm LIFTING you up. Holding you there. The Young Lion inverted............

Starfox: Slowly and calmly walking the ring. Showing off your smooth, slender body to the crowd.

Starfox: Ring circuit complete I step to the center and do a couple slow squats. Maintaining control of your body and seeing just how long you can hold an inverted plank.

Starfox: Letting the blood just SLAM down into your head before I finally drop you to the mat. As we go down my arm hooks your outside leg and your body CRASHES to the canvas in a big Fisherman's Suplex! Bridging up for the first pinfall of the night!!! The young ref dropping and hammers ONE on young Kavion Turner

Kavion_Turner: You grab me before my legs are even fully under me. Hand in my hair, another big boot to my gut, and I'm already folded when you yank me in close. My arm gets pulled up over your shoulder and then, shit, your grip clamps on my trunks and I feel it right away.

Kavion_Turner: My feet leave the mat. There’s that split second of weightlessness and then I’m upside down, world flipping hard. Blood rushes straight to my head, pressure slamming behind my eyes, ears ringing like I'm underwater. I tense up, core tight, legs kicking once or twice on instinct, but you got me locked in and steady. Crowd noise gets louder and fuzzier at the same time as you start walking.

Kavion_Turner: Every step makes it worse. Head pounding, neck screaming, abs burning trying to keep me straight. I'm hanging there, fighting not to panic, jaw clenched hard as hell while you parade me around like I ain't nothing. I can hear the crowd reacting, feel them feeding into it, and that just pisses me off more. Then you stop. Dead center. And you start squatting. My body shakes, abs on fire, vision pulsing red at the edges. I let out a strained grunt, hands clenching and unclenching as the blood just keeps rushing down. I'm breathing short, teeth grinding, riding it out on pure stubbornness. Then you finally drop.

Kavion_Turner: You snap me down into that fisherman's suplex and my back CRACKS off the canvas, pain ripping through my spine and shoulders as the air gets blasted clean outta my lungs. Before I can even curl up, you're already bridging, leg hooked tight, chest pressed in. Ref drops. ONE! My body jerks, lungs burning, arms twitching. TWO! I grit my teeth and KICK OUT HARD, leg snapping free as I twist my hips and shove a shoulder up. Crowd pops loud. I roll to my side clutching my ribs, chest heaving, head still pounding from being upside down that long. I drag in a breath, glare back up at you from the mat, and mutter through clenched teeth: “Ain’t done yet.” Young Lion still breathin'.

Starfox: Your slim, lightweight body crashes down on the canvas with a thunderous reverb!! Crowd OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHs watching the Young Lion getting hit hard to start this fight. Leg hooked. Chest pressed by my shoulder in the bridge pin. Black Excellence eats a 2-count before he KICKS OUT. Bridge breaks. I roll to my left as you roll right. Hear you sayin' you ain't dont yet. Talking to me or yerself. Unsure. I roll up to a knee. Watching my younger opponent suffer, recovering as he starts to get up. I push up to my boots, just waiting for you. Crowd cheering, admiring your selling ability and your early display of endurance. I let my eyes rake over your body. Admiring the way those black and gold trunks hug your assets, presenting the Young Lion's manhood.

Starfox: I move back then begin circling in. Predator stalking prey. "C'mon Simba, GET UP!!!!!" Waving my arms at you. "You finished already kid? Gassed? You wanna quit?" Starting in on you mentally as the taunts begin to flow from the vet. "Yeahhhhhhhh you wanna go back to being a Texas driveway jobber? C'MON KID GET UP!!!!" Stepping in and SMACK a taunting boot into your ribs. Not really looking to hurt you with the kick. Taunting you with it. Starting to humiliate the proud young fighter some. Crowd buzzing, enjoying watching the youngster being tested by the older veteran. "Yeahhhhhh c'mon Kavion...........thought you wanted this chance kid!! GET UP!!!" No let up from the shit talking vet. Circling you. Watching.

Kavion_Turner: I'm on the mat, ribs aching from that light kick you just tagged me with. More insult than injury, but damn if it don't sting my pride worse than the pain. Head still swimming a bit from the suplex, blood pounding in my temples. You're shit-talking me like I'm some punk-ass cub. Texas driveway jobber? Nah, fam, that fires me up more than it breaks me. I plant a hand on the canvas, push up slow to one knee, chest heaving, sweat already starting to bead on my skin. I lock eyes with you, that smirk on your face, circling like you own the ring. My jaw sets hard, abs tightening as I rise slow, showing I ain't rushing, but I ain't quitting neither. Once I'm up, feet planted firm, I bounce light on my toes, shaking out the fog. You step in close again, still running that mouth, but I explode forward before you can tag me with another taunt. Grab your wrist tight, yank hard, and send you flying with a sharp Irish whip, snapping you straight toward the corner turnbuckles.

Starfox: I watch as the taunts land. See the hurt, and maybe it was the beginning of doubt, start to fade. In its place a determination. The Young Lion showing his heart here as he rises back to his boots. Watch you shake yourself out, bouncing on your boots. I continue to circle you, not making any aggressive moves towards you. Rather, watching. Waiting. Letting you set the pace for the next series. I don't have long to wait as the taunts and humiliations wake you up. The Young Lion EXPLODING outward after finding his determination and pride, gripping my wrist and WHIPPING me into the near corner. I hit the turnbuckles hard, UFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFGH! No sales job needed. Testament to the power of the young fighter. My arms drop over the top ropes, chest heaving. Abs pumping. Crowd buzzing in surprise.........

Kavion_Turner: I see you slam into that corner hard, arms draped over the ropes, chest pumping like you're winded. Perfect setup. I bounce off the far ropes for momentum, charging straight at you like a freight train, jumping off my feet at the last second for a big corner splash, my slim frame flying high to crush your body against the turnbuckles with all my 150 pounds of Black excellence, aiming to flatten you and leave the vet gasping.

Starfox: I hit the buckles and you throw yourself into the far ropes. Bouncing off them for momentum and LEAPING UP. Coming at me for the corner splash. UFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFGH!!!! Your 150lbs lightweight frame SLAMS into me. Full on splash in the corner! Slump back against the buckles and down some. Feeling my gear starting to compress up front a bit. The ropes biting into my pits as i lean on them a bit more now after the splash from the young stud. Crowd cheers the move as they get their first look at the offensive arsenal of The Young Lion

Kavion_Turner: I feel that splash connect solid, your body crunching under mine in the corner, slumping down like the wind just got knocked outta your sails. Crowd popping loud, loving the Young Lion finally on the attack. I back up a step, smirking big, watching you hang there on the ropes, chest heaving, that royal blue gear looking a lil' deflated now. "Yeah, how's that taste, old fox? Young Lion just splashed your ass!"

Kavion_Turner: But nah, I ain't done. I step right back in, grabbing the top ropes on either side of you, planting one boot on the middle buckle, then the other... climbing up slow, towering over you now. My black trunks right up in your face, that gold lion on my bulge staring you down like it's 'bout to roar. Inches away, fam. Feel that heat? I grind my hips forward just a lil', cocky as hell, talking mad shit. "Look at that, Starfox... got the best seat in the house for the Young Lion's pride. Smell that? That's Black excellence all up in yo' grill."

Kavion_Turner: I cock my fist back, then start dropping them hammer punches straight down on that pretty head of yours, one after another. Crowd catches on fast, chanting loud as hell: "ONE!" BAM! "TWO!" CRACK! "THREE!" WHAM! I pause after each, milking it, yelling over the roar: "Yeah, count it up! This vet 'bout to learn why they call me the Young Lion—I'm 'bout to claw his ass out!" "FOUR!" SMACK! "FIVE!" THUD! Keeping it going, feeling the energy build, your head rocking with each shot. Let's see how long you take this... crowd wants ten, and I'm 'bout to deliver.

Starfox: Your body bounces off mine after you nail me with the splash in the corner. Quickly climbing the ropes, straddling me. The Young Lion right in my face. Feel my gear constrict some more as my gold star starts pushing out a bit. You grind your hips forward, humiliating me some. Payback for the way I just treated and bullied you. Good. Kid's not afraid. Im thinking before you start shit talking me again. Groan right up against the meat of Black Excellence. You raise your fist and start to DRILL your punches down into my head. One after another after another after another. Body jerks with each shot. You work the crowd as you're working me. Getting the count from them as you rain them down on me!!! Kavion Turner going to work on the veteran Starfox

Kavion_Turner: CRACK! "SIX!" My fist drills down again, rocking your head back into the pads. "Yeah, take that shit, fox! Thought you was gonna school me? Nah, Young Lion schoolin' you!" THUD! SEVEN!" Another hammer shot, sweat flying off both of us now. I lean in closer, gold lion bulge grinding right against your face, making sure you feel every word. "How you like my sack in your face, bitch? Learn your place!" SMACK! "EIGHT!" Your body slumps harder against the ropes, arms heavy. Crowd roaring wild, feeding me. I cock back big, grinning savage. BAM! "NINE!" Fist crashes down one more time, head snapping hard. I pause there, fist still raised, chest heaving, hips pressed forward, letting the crowd scream for that ten while I stare down at you. Young Lion on top, my junk all in your face.

Starfox: Crowd ROCKING with the Young Lion as he dishes it out against the bigger, stronger veteran in the corner. Mouth running at 100mph as your fists rain down apace. Between blows to the head it's mental shots from the cocky as fuck youngster. Pushing your pouch into my face definitely garners you a reaction. My gold star pushes up, pulsing a bit from the heat of that much meat right up against my mouth. Your shit talking's ON FIRE and I give you a quick, hidden reward for it. I mouth your pouch and flick my tongue out against the heft of that golden lion. Nobody'd know it except us. EIGHT!.......................NINE!..................Vet reeling in the corner as the young up and coming star batters him. Holding that last shot. Letting the anticipation build as my legs visible quake from the beatdown!!!

Kavion_Turner: Crowd's screaming for that tenth, hanging on every second, and I'm milking it hard. Fist cocked back, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my abs. But then... damn, what's that? I feel it quick—your mouth pressing up against my pouch, tongue flicking out sneaky against the gold lion. Nobody sees it but us, but shit... my dick twitches hard in them trunks, stirring up like you just woke the beast. Heat rushes through me, lowkey surprised, but that fire mixes with the adrenaline, making me grind forward just a lil' more, smirking down at you. "Yeah, taste that, fox... Young Lion got you hungry already?"

Kavion_Turner: I shake off the twitch, focus back in, and bring that fist crashing down one last time. BAM! "TEN!" Head snaps back hard into the pads, crowd exploding like fireworks, chanting "KT! KT!" loud as hell. Your body's slumping heavy now, legs shaking, looking rocked for real. I reach down, grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking you up rough but steady. "Get up here... time for the Young Lion to really show out." I lean forward and hoist your ass up onto the top turnbuckle, planting you there like a trophy in front of me. Your legs draped over the middle ropes, wide open, royal blue gear bulging right in front of me.

Starfox: The pause before the 10th lengthens. Not just the kid teasing the crowd with it but now your body's dealing with the surprise erotic attack from the vet. Feel your cock react. The twitch of your turned young tool. You grind forward a bit more, taunting me. FUCK! that trash talk's SPOT ON. BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!! TEN! Legs near about give out. Ropes BITE up into my pits. Cock SURGES in my gear. You grab my hair and stand me up. Wrapping my waist and lift me up to the top buckle. Dangerous game you're playing here. Shaking my head as I sit there. Crowd buzzing, waiting to see what the kid's got in store now as he goes up top early..........

Kavion_Turner: I step up onto the middle ropes, then the top, feet planted firm next to yours, towering over you on that turnbuckle. Crowd's already buzzing, but I raise my arms high, roaring loud as hell. "YEAH! WHO WANT THIS?!" Getting 'em hyped, chanting "KT! KT!" back at me. Then I leap up quick, wrapping my long legs around your head, trying to lock 'em tight behind your neck, aiming for the hurricanrana!

Starfox: Kid's up to the top now. Vet still reeling from the 10-punch against the buckles. Working the crowd before you leap up, legs around my neck and drop back. Your young, lean, lithe body twists and i'm sent up and over! Full front flip in mid air before I SLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM to the mat in the middle of the ring!! Crowd ROARS watching the impressive move from the youngster. LAYING ME OUT in the middle of the ring. Looking up at the ring lights. Gold star pushing up noticeably. Abs and chest heaving. Crowd ROCKING and cheering as the Lion goes to work on the Fox

Kavion_Turner: I'm rolling up quick after that hurricanrana, popping to my feet with that bounce, chest heaving but grinning savage as hell. Crowd's losing their minds, chanting "KT! KT!" like they already know who's running this show. I look down at you sprawled out in the middle of the ring, abs pumping, that gold star bulging up like you enjoying this ass-whooping a lil' too much. "Damn, Starfox... you light work, fam! Thought you was gonna school the Young Lion? Nah, I'm 'bout to put your jobber ass away early, send you back to the locker room wondering why you ever scouted me!" I step over you slow, planting one boot right on your chest, grinding it down hard, stomping once, twice, feeling your body jerk under me. "Yeah, stay down! This Young Lion just clawed your ass out!" Crowd popping loud, loving the dominance. I give one more hard stomp for good measure, then turn and head straight for the turnbuckle, climbing up smooth. First the middle rope, then the top. Arms out wide, facing out at the fans, amping 'em up big: "YEAH! WHO READY FOR THE MANE EVENT?!" They scream back wild, flashing lights everywhere, energy electric. I'm perched up there, getting them good and ready.

Starfox: Kid's gotten his first big Spot in a regional. Goes right to his head. I lay on the mat, selling the big hurricanrana for you. UFFFGH! UFFFFFFFGH! Body JERKS as you put the boots to my pecs. Shit talking me hard. UFFFFFFGH! one more shot before you move to the top rope. Working the crowd. Giving me more time, i roll over and push up, LUNGING for the ropes and looking to knock The Young Lion off balance and teach him an agonizing lesson in tempo and pride........

Kavion_Turner: I'm up on that top turnbuckle, arms out wide, crowd roaring like thunder, feeling like the king of the damn jungle. "YEAH! TIME FOR THE MANE EVENT, FAM! WATCH THE YOUNG LION FLY!" I'm hyped, getting ready to launch off with my signature moonsault, picturing how I'm 'bout to crush your ass and pin you clean for that roster spot. But then... shit, out the corner of my eye, I see you rolling up quick, lunging like a desperate fox. You hit them ropes hard, shaking the whole damn corner. Balance goes to hell instant. Legs slip out from under me, splitting wide. I try to grab the top rope, but nah—too late. My ass drops straight down, and BAM! My nuts smash right into that metal post under the turnbuckle. Pain explodes like a damn bomb went off in my sack, shooting up through my gut, making my whole body lock up. "AHHHHHHH FUCK!" I yell out, voice cracking high, hands clutching at my junk on instinct, gold lion pouch compressing hard against the steel. Agony hits so bad my vision blurs, legs quivering on either side of the post, ass perched right on the turnbuckle. Crowd "Ooooooh!"s loud as hell, feeling that sympathy pain from ringside. I'm stuck there, crotched on the turnbuckle, face twisted up, sweat pouring, trying not to puke from the throbbing. "You... you sneaky motherfu—" I gasp out, but words cut off as another wave of nausea and pain hits, making me double over. Young Lion just got his pride smashed.

Starfox: Leaning back on the ropes, watching and hearing Black Excellence get his nuts cracked hard. The Young Lion all but hanging on the top buckle now, leaning over. Grabbing your busted nutsac. I slide down the ropes and into the corner. Grip the head of the ballbusted Young Lion and pull you straight out in a front facelock so that your boot toes are hooked on the ropes, effectively holding you in a forced plank out from the top rope. Crowd buzzing, the hard charging youngster stopped cold and now in serious trouble against the veteran fighter. Holding your head I squat then explode upwards, twisting, and DROPPING you with a brutal neckbreaker while simultaneously bringing my outside arm up and under your elevated body to SLAM an elbow drop down into your upturned chest!! Crowd "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"s watching the young stud take that big move from the veteran!!!

Kavion_Turner: I'm perched up there on that turnbuckle, nuts on fire like someone lit a match in my trunks, throbbing so bad I can barely think. Sweat pouring down my face, hands still clutching my junk, trying to breathe through the waves of nausea rolling up my gut. "Ahhh... shit... my balls..." I groan, voice shaky, body trembling as I lean over, barely holding on. Crowd's buzzing, some laughing, some wincing, but all eyes on the Young Lion getting his pride wrecked. Then you slide in close, grabbing my head rough, yanking me out into that front facelock. My boot toes hook desperate on the top rope, body stretching out straight, core screaming from the strain, nuts still aching like hell. "N-no... wait... fu—" I gasp out, words cutting off as you squat down, and I feel it coming, but I'm too fucked up to fight. Then BOOM, you explode up, twisting my neck vicious, snapping it down hard while that elbow DRILLS into my chest like a hammer. CRACK! Neck wrenches brutal, pain exploding through my spine and skull, vision flashing black, whole body going numb instant. I go limp as fuck, ragdolled, arms flopping useless, head lolling back loose. The drop tangles my legs up in the ropes bad, boots snagged between the top rope and the turnbuckle, leaving me hanging upside down like a broken puppet, slim frame dangling, blood rushing back to my pounding head. Chest heaving weak, eyes glassy and unfocused, mouth slack, gold lion pouch bulging out inverted now. Body twitching once or twice, totally fucked up and out of it. Crowd roaring wild, but it all sounds distant, muffled. My head and neck fucked all the way up.

Starfox: Crowd OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHs watching the Young Lion get absolutely fucking LEVELED off the top rope by the SICK combination move of the wily veteran. Leaving Black Excellence hanging like a side of slender meat. Ref down and checking on you as I roll up to my boots. Ref seems satisfied that yer not ACTUALLY dead and clears the match to continue quickly. Given your position my next move is obvious. I step in and pull your legs back over the top rope, securing the Young Lion in a Tree of Woe. Crossing your boots up under the top turnbuckle cable. I step back, Kavion Turner, The Young Lion hanging in the Tree. Arms slack. Core exposed. Gold lion BULGING out. I step back then start to put the boots to the youngster. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Laying the stomp kicks into your taut, slender abs. Feeling the star attraction pushing out as I do. Time to find out just how tough the Young Lion really is!!

Kavion_Turner: I'm hanging in that damn Tree of Woe, world flipped upside down again, blood slamming into my head like a hammer, making everything spin and throb. Neck still throbbing from that neckbreaker, core exposed and taut, arms dangling limp like dead weight. Can't even muster the strength to pull myself up, legs crossed and locked under that top cable, boots snagged tight. I'm weak as hell, winded bad, chest heaving slow and ragged, each breath a struggle with the pressure building in my skull. Gold lion pouch bulging out heavy upside down, the black trunks stretched tight, showing off every inch of that young pride straining against the fabric. And fuck... as you lay in those stomps... BAM! BAM! BAM!... my slim abs cave in hard each time, body jerking. Feel a slip, cool air hitting skin that shouldn't be exposed. One of my balls pops out the side of my trunks, hanging there a lil' swollen, throbbing red and sensitive. Crowd spots it, some cheers turning to whistles, phones flashing. I'm stuck, can't reach to tuck it back, just dangling there exposed, package half-out and bulging upside down. Young Lion pride on full display, but not how I wanted.

Starfox: Boots pounding into your body. Each shot making your slim frame JERK and TWITCH. Your pouch BULGING OUTWARDS!! Gives me a GREAT sneak peek of the pride of the Young Lion. Feel my boy pulse in recognition and arousal. Then one of your nuts pops out the side of your tenting gear. Crowd ROARS and whistles. Taunts and jeers raining down on the reeling young stud. Now being seriously humiliated. Phones coming out. Flashes going off. I spot it and admire the size of the equipment yer carrying. Black Excellence indeed. Reach in and unhook yer boots, covering that i also take some pity on you and adjust yer gear for you. The Young Lion crumples to the mat in a heap. I pull you up and spin you around back to the buckles and CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK big slicing chop across your chest!!!! Crowd ROARS, the young stud soaking up punishment!!

Kavion_Turner: I'm crumpled on the mat after you unhook me from that Tree of Woe, body folding, hitting the canvas hard. Head spinning, abs on fire from them stomps, nuts still throbbing from the earlier nutshot, but at least you tucked my shit back in. Small mercy, but humiliating as fuck knowing the whole crowd saw Black Excellence pop out. Phones still flashing, taunts echoing, but that shit just fuels the fire. Adrenaline surges through me like a shot of pure rage, pushing past the pain, muscles firing up. Nah, Young Lion ain't done. I feel you grab me rough, yanking me up, spinning me back into the buckles. Arm cocks back, and WHAM—that big slicing chop cracks across my chest like lightning, skin burning red instant, leaving a welt glowing under the lights. Crowd roars, loving the young stud taking punishment, but fuck that. Adrenaline kicks in hard now, I shove you back out into the ring with both hands on your chest, pushing with everything I got. You stumble back a step, and I follow quick, stumbling forward myself on shaky legs, but I wind up and CRACK you with a return chop right across them pecs, echoing loud as hell. "That all you got?" I bark out, voice rough but cocky, chest heaving, standing up straight, my chest on fire but I push it out all the same.

Starfox: I pull you up and The Young Lion shows his TOUGHNESS, taking the chop and SHOVING ME back!! both of us clearly boned from the way this fight has developed. CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK you fire back with another crisp chop to my smooth, sweat slicked pecs. Knocks me back a few more steps. Groaning out, grimacing. Crowd "oooooooooooooooooo"s the unexpected comeback from the punished young rookie. You stagger out, your legs still struggling to recover from the crotching you took a few minutes ago. Your pride not letting you crumble and go down. You push your chest out in a clear invitation and this time i take you up on it. "A'ight let's see what you made of Simba!!" CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK rifling another BIG backhand across your burning, reddened pecs!!!!!!! Grin and pull my arms back, pushing my smooth pecs out. "Cmon kid........"

Kavion_Turner: That chop hits hard, sound carrying through the arena, my pecs exploding in fresh fire, skin glowing redder than before, sweat flying off with the impact. Pain shoots through my chest like lightning, making my knees buckle for a split sec, but nah... Young Lion don't fold that easy. I stagger back a step, grimacing hard, abs clenching tight, but I lock eyes with you, seeing that grin, them pecs pushed out like you daring me. "A'ight, Let's turn this shit up!" I straighten up, ignoring the burn ripping through my chest, pushing my own reddened pecs out bold, sweat dripping down my slim frame. Crowd's buzzing wild, sensing the shift, but I need more. I throw my head back and let out a deep, guttural ROARRRRRR! Straight from the gut, arms out wide like I'm calling the jungle spirits. "YEAHHH! WHO WITH THE YOUNG LION?!" Fans explode back, stomping feet, chanting "KT! KT! KT!" loud as hell, energy surging like electricity, feeding straight into my veins. Pain? What pain? That roar amps me up, crowd's fire mixing with mine, turning the hurt into fuel. Black excellence rising. My arm cocks back wide, and I swing through with everything I got and... WHAMMMM! Big-ass knife-edge chop rifles right across your smooth pecs, harder than before, leaving a fresh red streak glowing under the lights, sound cracking like thunder. Crowd "WOOOOOO!"s massive, feeding off the violence.

Starfox: The showmanship and theatricality of Black Excellence on display. Crowd EATING IT UP as you dig into your endurance and resiliency and SLICE me across the chest with a big time answering chop! CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK huge reverb!!! Crowd ROARS!!! I stagger back from the blow, my chest heating up now. Smooth pecs turning an angry red. I recover my balance and advance back on you. Grip your chin, JERK yer head up, tilting it back to open up yer smooth, glowing, skinny chest. Arm whips back and CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK another heavy chop WHIPS across yer pecs, slicing yer nipples this time!

Kavion_Turner: That chop whips across my chest, slicing right over my nips this time, making my whole torso burn like it's on fire. Sweat flies off, my slim pecs glowing an angry red now, nips hardening instant from the sting, body jerking back a step. "Ahhh fuck!" I grunt out, knees buckling for a sec, but nah... that roar from before still echoing in my head, crowd's energy pumping through me like adrenaline on steroids. My abs ripple hard under the lights, tightening up, and damn... feel my cock stiffening quick in them black trunks, gold lion pouch pushing out more, the mix of pain and fire turning me on lowkey. I smirk through the pain, chest heaving, pushing my reddened pecs out again like "that all you got?" But nah, time to switch it up. I decide to run for the ropes, bouncing off the far side for momentum, long legs pumping as I charge back at you full speed, leaping high off my feet for a big crossbody splash, aiming to crush your ass with all 150 pounds of lean muscle!

Starfox: The Young Lion gets chopped hard and I see you stagger back. Your legs shake and you nearly DROP from the shot but you rally again. Fucking impressive and the crowd ROARS, totally behind the young stud going toe to toe with Starfox. See your abs flex and ripple and then your tight trunks pushing out. Smirk, kid likes the chops i think. Already seen what you're packing in there and duly impressed. You push your pecs out again, inviting another shot that I'm pretty sure would floor you. Then the lion turns tail and runs. Right into the ropes, bouncing off and charging at me. You leap up for a big crossbody splash. I just about can't believe the balls on this kid thinking this is going to end well for him. Predictably, I catch you and WHIP you over for a big powerslam! PLANTING you into the canvas with a thunderous BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!! JERK your leg up, chest pressed on yours! Forearm pushing up into the pride of the downed lion cub!! Ref drops and hammers a ONE on the Young Lion again

Kavion_Turner: I'm laid out flat on the mat after that powerslam hits like a damn truck, your body weight crushing down on my slim frame, driving all the air outta my lungs in one brutal whoosh. Head's spinning, back throbbing from the impact, stars popping behind my eyes. Fuck... caught me mid-air like I was nothing, twisted and slammed me hard. Chest heaving ragged, sweat pouring off me, gold lion pouch still tenting some from the earlier chops, but now that forearm's grinding right into it, pressing my junk flat against my torso, sending a mix of pain and that weird heat shooting through my gut, making my dick swell despite the fire in my sack. I'm stunned as hell, body locked up, trying to suck in breath while the ref drops and slaps that ONE. Crowd's buzzing loud, split between cheering the vet's power move and chanting for the Young Lion to rally.

Kavion_Turner: Ref's hand comes down again. SMACK! TWO! Nah, fuck that. Adrenaline surges like lightning, pain turning to fire in my veins. I grit my teeth, abs clenching hard, and KICK OUT with everything I got, twisting my hips violent, shoving my shoulder up off the mat, leg snapping free from your hook. Crowd pops huge, "KT! KT!" echoing again, feeding that energy back into me. But damn... body ain't cooperating full yet. I roll to my side, clutching my back, gasping sharp, pain ripping through my spine and ribs like knives. Try to push up on one arm, muscles shaking, legs kicking out slow... but nah, collapse right back down, face smacking the canvas light, groaning low. "Ahhh... shit..." Sweat drips into my eyes, blurring everything, chest burning from the chops, junk still throbbing.

Kavion_Turner: Shake my head, muttering to myself: "Get up, Kav... Young Lion don't quit..." Plant both hands this time, push up harder, knees buckling under me as I rise halfway, wobbling like a newborn cub. Try to stand full, but legs give out again, dropping me straight to my knees, ass hitting my heels, head hanging low for a sec, breathing heavy and ragged. Crowd's roaring, sensing the fight in me. I look up at you through sweat-soaked lashes, eyes narrowing, that defiant fire burning bright despite the pain. Slow, I raise one hand, middle finger flipping up bold at you, smirking through the grimace. "Fuck you... that all you got? Come get some more, bitch. Young Lion still roaring... gonna claw your punk ass out yet." Bounce a lil' on my knees, tent in my briefs pointing at the lights, talking that shit loud enough for the front row to hear, daring you to bring it, even as my body's screaming at me to stay down. Crowd eats it up, chanting louder.

Starfox: You KICK OUT hard. Crowd chanting your name. I push back and up to my boots. Looking down at the punished Young Lion. Know I haven't hit you with a ton of offense but more than making up for in power what I perhaps lack in volume tonight. You roll over and start to push up but it's clear you're STRUGGLING. Your arms shaking and you FACE PLANT on your first effort to get up. I move back against the ropes. Just biding my time. Waiting and watching. Crowd chanting your name. Trying to rally the pummeled young star. I reach down, adjusting my rising arousal in my trunks as I watch your hot young body absolutely refusing to quit.

Starfox: You give another big PUSH on those shaky arms and climb back back up but your knees buckle, legs betraying you as you regain your feet. See you shaking on them on like a newborn cub and ultimately it's to soon and you hit your knees again. Crowd groans, the Young Lion unable to get up right now. Your head drops. Your ass on your boot heels. You raise your head. Eyes flashing a defiance your body can't give here. You FLIP me off and taunt me. I smirk and WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK answer the challenge with a hard, swift KICK TO THE CHEST from the side. Crowd "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"s at the mammoth reverb. Seeing if Black Excellence has anything left in his tanks or if this is the beginning of the end for the impressive young stud

Kavion_Turner: I'm on my knees, chest pushed out defiant, middle finger up, eyes locked on you with that fire blazing despite my body screaming. Then BAM! Your boot cracks sideways into my reddened pecs like a motherfuckin' battering ram, knocking me clean off my heels. Pain explodes across my chest, fresh fire ripping through the welts, making my nips sting hard and my abs clench. "Ughhhh!" I grunt out, body folding sideways as the impact sends me rolling backwards across the mat, tumbling ass over elbows once, twice, sweat flying, gold lion pouch bouncing with the motion. Crowd "OHHHHH!"s huge, thinking this might be the end for the Young Lion, phones flashing to capture the young stud getting leveled again. But nah... that kick? It don't break me. It lights me the fuck up. Adrenaline surges wild, mixing with the pain like gasoline on a bonfire, turning everything into pure, delirious heat. My head's spinning, vision blurring at the edges, but that roar builds deep in my gut, bubbling up like a beast waking. I roll to a stop near the ropes, plant my hands flat on the canvas, muscles shaking but fueled by that crazy fire. "Nah... NAH!" Almost laughing through the grimace, high on the hurt. Push up explosive, popping to my feet in one fluid burst, legs steady now, chest heaving heavy, sweat pouring down my slim frame like rain. Eyes wild, locked on you, that smirk on your face thinking you got me done. Fuck that. Young Lion's delirious now, fire in my veins, roaring like the king of the jungle. A roar explodes outta me, guttural and loud, arms out wide, head thrown back, crowd losing their shit, stomping and chanting "KT! KT! KT!" Almost manic, pain forgotten in the rush, gold lion bulging hard now, tenting my trunks. I charge forward full speed, long legs eating up the ring, arm cocked back wide as hell, launching off my feet with a savage yell. "EAT THIS, BITCH!" Big clothesline swings through like a scythe, aiming to drill right across your chest and take your head clean off.

Starfox: That kick sends the Young Lion tumbling head over heels, quite literally across the ring. Back into the far ropes. The young stud LIT UP by the kick to the chest but it also lights a fire IN YOU and you BOUNCE UP. Rejuvenated. Your legs firm. Body taut. Trunks still tenting out. Crowd ROARS their support and you come CHARGING forward for a big clothesline. I almost can't believe it. You looked 3/4 DEAD not 10 minutes ago and now here you are, coming at me like an African freight train. Your arm swings back as you move at surprising speed and I don't see the clothesline coming until it SLAMS into my chest, just below my shoulders and LEVELS me to the mat!! Crowd ROARS seeing the resurgent young stud knock the vet to the canvas. I grunt and roll over, pushing right back up after the surprising clothesline!!

Kavion_Turner: Crowd's going absolutely insane after that first clothesline drops your ass! Young Lion roaring back from the brink, fire pumping pure adrenaline. You roll up quick, but I'm already there, bouncing off the ropes behind me for extra speed, charging wild again. Arm cocked high. "EAT ANOTHER!" I launch off my feet, swinging through with a ferocious second clothesline, drilling it stiff as hell right across your chest, aiming to flip you inside out and keep the vet reeling. Body on fire, gold lion tenting up hard like a goddamn horn, running on nothing but pure delirium and pride now. Young Lion ain't stopping!

Starfox: I push up and you're already bouncing off the ropes and come at me again with another BIG CLOTHESLINE. Fucking LEVELS me a second time!!!! Crowd ROARS again. I roll and POUND the mat in annoyance. Pushing up again after getting dropped back to back, Young Lion ROARING BACK from the nearly dead!!

Kavion_Turner: I’m running on straight fumes and fire, pure adrenaline crackin' through my veins like lightning, pain haze got me half-crazed and cocky as fuck. Crowd screamin' "KT! KT! KT!" while I bolt for the corner, boots slammin' canvas. Leap to the middle pad, spring to the top rope in one bounce, crouching there slick with sweat, slim chest heaving, gold lion tentin' hard in them soaked black trunks. Then I explode off the top—backflipping high, 150 pounds of lean, 18-year-old Black Excellence coming down fast with a big MOONSAULT! Legs shooting out last second to DRILL all that speed and weight straight across your chest and gut, comin' in hot to flatten you! Crowd fuckin' detonates—Young Lion flying reckless and ready to steal the whole damn show!

Starfox: Getting up and just as I do the Young Lion's crouching in the corner. Stalking me now and then LAUNCHING off the top rope. BIG MOONSAULT slamming into me!!! DRILLS ME into the mat under you!!!!!! UFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFGH!!! Legs and boots KICK UP as we hit the canvas. Crowd ROARS as The Young Lion hits his first serious offensive move in awhile and it absolutely fucking ROCKS ME!!!!!!

Kavion_Turner: That moonsault CRUSHES down on you perfect, my lean 150 slamming full force across your chest and gut, drilling in hard as we hit the canvas with a thunderous BAM! Feel your body buckle and kick up under me while the crowd shakes the whole damn building. No time to pose—I'm up in a flash, popping to my feet with that manic adrenaline. Fire's burning too hot... I'm not stopping. I bolt straight for the nearest corner, climbing up fast. Perched there slick and shining, slim body taut, I raise both arms high, roaring loud as hell over the screaming fans. "TIME FOR THE MANE EVENT, FAM! WATCH THE KING FLY!" I launch off the top rope—tucking tight, flipping forward in a massive frog splash, driving down fast and feral to SPLASH all that speed and fury straight across your chest and gut! Coming in hot, animal rage in every inch, aiming to flatten the vet and make this crowd lose their goddamn minds!

Starfox: Your body SLAMS down on me!!! Crowd ROARS watching Black Excellence soaring through the air, your long, lean body compact then extended before making solid contact as I lay on the canvas!! Legs and boots KICK UP!!!!! The Young Lion NAILING the vet with his Lion Mane splash after the big moonsault leveled me!!

Kavion_Turner: That Mane Event splash hits flush—my lean body extending full out mid-air, then CRASHING down chest-to-chest, abs-to-abs across your heaving frame. Feel your legs kick up high again, boots flopping as the impact drives you deep into the canvas, air blasting outta you in a loud whoosh. Crowd's on their feet, roaring "KT! KT! KT!" shaking the whole damn arena. Adrenaline's got me wired, pain blurred out in the haze, but this back-to-back high-flying shit's taxing. Chest burning from the chops, back aching from earlier slams, nuts still lowkey throbbing. I'm slick with sweat, black trunks soaked through, gold lion tenting hard and obvious now, pulsing with every heartbeat from the rush and that body-on-body contact. No hook of the leg... too gassed to bridge clean. Instead, I just lay sprawled over you, exhausted as hell, slim chest draped heavy across your reddened pecs, one arm flopped loose over your shoulder, the other dangling off to the side. My hips settle in against yours, that tented pouch grinding slow and unintentional against your own bulging gear as I catch ragged breaths, sweat dripping off my brow onto your skin. Head lolls beside yours on the mat, eyes half-lidded, mouth open panting hot against your neck. "Fuck... you tough..." I mutter low and hoarse, voice shaky from the exertion, body trembling lightly on top of yours. Legs tangled loose with yours, too spent to move yet, just covering you lazy and heavy, feeling every rise and fall of your chest under mine. Ref comes in hard, slaps the mat as the crowd counts "ONE!"

Starfox: Your body CRASHES down on me and i can feel your weight just lay on me here. Your heaving, hammered chest nearly caved in but laying against my smooth, marked up pecs. Your arms splayed out over my shoulder and side. The pride of the Young Lion grinding slow and firm against my golden star attraction. I can feel the adrenaline washing off you. Your body giving out and slowing down as it comes off the adrenaline surge that's let you nail me with a moonsault and now you're finishing splash. Hear you groan out a compliment and I return the favor, "so are you....." FLEXING my cock against your tented trunks as the ref drops ONE!

Kavion_Turner: TWO! The ref's hand slaps the mat again, the sound distant and muffled under the ringing in my ears. My whole body is dead weight, but my hips have a mind of their own, grinding down slow and heavy against yours. I can feel that flex, that hard muscle answering my own, and it sends a fresh, dizzying jolt through me. My head is still lolling by your neck, and I turn it just enough to press my lips against the shell of your ear, my voice a cracked, desperate whisper. "Stay... stay down..." I pant, the words barely audible over the roar of the crowd. "Just... fuckin' stay down..." My hips give another involuntary grind, a slow, aching roll. My balls are throbbing, a deep sore ache from the impact, but my cock is leaking now, a wet spot spreading through the thin fabric of my trunks, making the friction against your gear slick and hot. I'm too exhausted to move, too drained to do anything but lay here and hope you give in, my body trembling with a mix of pain, exhaustion.

Starfox: Im laying under you. Your body deadweight just about. Except for this one part that seems anything but dead.........I hear you quietly, desperately asking me to just stay down. The proud veteran part of me wants to rebel. To shrug off this 150lbs lightweight and then fucking plant him into the mat for the audacity of hitting his finishing move so quickly. The other, professional part of me, wants to acquiesce to this kid's desperate plea knowing full well he's spent. The subtle, lowkey grind against my shaft decides it for you. I can feel your cock drooling through your new trunks. Your body starts to tremble as the adrenaline fully wears off. I let my eyes dart to the ref's position and give him a subtle quick nod, changing the outcome on the fly because this kid's in no condition to keep going. The young ref doesnt hesitate and slams down THREE!! Finishing the match as I give Kavion Turner a win in his SECW audition match. The crowd EXPLODES

Kavion_Turner: THREE!! The ref's hand slams the mat for the final time, the bell ringing out sharp and clear through the roaring arena. It takes a second for it to sink in. My foggy, exhausted brain catches up as the crowd loses their absolute shit, chanting "KT! KT! KT!" louder than ever. Holy fuck... I won? My body’s still draped heavy over yours, chest heaving against your marked-up pecs, hips settled in that slick grind from the leaking mess in my trunks. I feel you go still under me... not kicking out, not bridging, just... accepting it. I lift my head slow, eyes wide and glassy, staring down at you in disbelief. Sweat drips from my curls onto your face as I pant, voice cracking hoarse and raw. "I... I did it...?" A shaky grin starts to spread, adrenaline flickering back just enough to push through the pain, my back screaming, chest on fire, balls throbbing deep. But none of that matters right now. I push up weakly on trembling arms, sliding off you to collapse onto my side next to your frame, one leg still tangled loose with yours. The ref grabs my wrist, hauling my arm up victorious as the announcer booms: "Your winner... THE YOUNG LION... KAVION TURNER!" I roll onto my back, staring up at the lights, chest rising and falling fast, that gold lion in my soaked black trunks still tented proud and pulsing. My body trembling as the high starts to crash. Fuck... audition nailed.

Starfox: The bell rings and the crowd's cheers bounce off the walls of the Alpharetta base of SECW. I hear the wonder and the genuine shock and awe in your voice as you realize you've won the match. I lay there next to you and then after a second I roll and push myself up. Motioning for the mic and then I move to help you up, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet. "Kavion Turner.........helluvan audition kid. Welcome to SECW roster!" The crowd ROARS again and I give you a big, well earned hug and raise your arm. Then move to the ropes roll out under them, leaving you in the ring to bask in the fans support and soak up your arrival at the regional level........

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Kavion Turner def. Starfox

Published: 2026-01-10, viewed 107 times.