THE HIGH TABLE
Established: 2023-11-17
Chat room: #BARBARUS
- No holds barred
- Weapons
- Extreme violence
- Blood
- Death
A worldwide organization of men trained for violent, bloody, and even deadly combat. Their competence is indicated by their qualifications, from the lowest to the highest, reserved for an elite.
398 members
880 stories
6 photos
13 files
Starring
MANCHESTER MUSCLE V MARCO THE CHAMP
Marco_the_champ: Tonight I will face a rookie who starts his career recently but manage to win his matches and gaining a shot against the champ. In my locker room in my Red speedos and red kneepads barefoot, I look at myself in the mirror seeing how much pumped up are my muscles. As the announcer calls me out I head to the entrance and walk the aisle while my music is playing. I stop to say hello ti my fans and then jump on the apron and slide through the ropes flexing my guns in the centre of the ring
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: 
Manchester_muscle: in the locker room , nervously waiting as im about to fight in my biggest venue to date, pulling on my favourite pale blue singlet and black boots, rolling my neck out and just warming up then its time im being called out and i walk out down to the ring, the crowd noise is deafening and we havent even started yet, i climb up into the ring and head to my corner
Manchester_muscle: 
Marco_the_champ: Jumping on my feet warming up, stretching my arms “so kiddo are you ready to lose?” I yell from my corner waiting for the bell to ring
Manchester_muscle: i try to ignore your taunts as i feel your trying to get inside my head, instead i walk casually to the centre of the ring called forward by the ref, i listen to what he has to say and as he finishes, i put my hand out for you to shake ..
Marco_the_champ: I put my hands on my hips then slam away your hand cockily provoking you. A lot of your fans start to boo me
Manchester_muscle: i grin at you , if hes mad now wait till it starts i think, if your worrying about stuff like that you wont be concentrating and i move back to my corner and wait for the bell, ............it rings out........i wipe my hands on the ass of my singlet and start to circle carefully .............
Marco_the_champ: I start to circle the ring too punching the air then raise my arms challenging you to a test of strenght at the centre of the ring “c’mon show me what you’ve got”
Manchester_muscle: dam this guy must be confident if he wants a test of power straight off, i bring one arm up slowly , wriggling my fingers as i get it in the air, but then dive forward hard and fast, to grab your ankle, before pulling it up and throwing you off balance ..........
Marco_the_champ: I start to hop on my free foot as you take me by surprise trying to keep my balance then drop on my ass
Manchester_muscle: as you drop backwards i come down to my knees, locking your ankle and twisting it hard in a powerful ankle lock ..
Marco_the_champ: “Fuuuck! Let me go! Asshole!” I try to stretch my arms trying to reach the ropes screaming in pain as you twist badly my ankle
Marco_the_champ: 
Manchester_muscle: no way i want you to get to the ropes, i know your skilled and i have to slow you down and show you i mean business , so i keep the hold on and twist hard as the ref hovvers to make sure everything is within the rules ...
Marco_the_champ: I grab my hair in pain screaming out, I slam my hands on the mat being too far from the ropes and raise my free foot slamming it under your chin BAM
Manchester_muscle: your foot hits under my chin and i fall backwards, releasing your ankle, as i roll and get back up to my feet ...
Marco_the_champ: I grab immediately my ankle climbing the ropes to stand limping on my battered foot “fuck!”
Manchester_muscle: i try to use my speed against you and i dive in grabbing for your arm, gripping you by the wrist and sending you across the ring for a posting .......
Marco_the_champ: Screaming out I manage to slam my foot on the mat and reverse the irish whip tossing you against the ringpost
Marco_the_champ: 
Manchester_muscle: you use your skill to reverse and i hit the post hard, ...........i can hear my fans gasp as my back hits and the impact throws me down onto the canvass , laid on my front ...........fuck, grabbing at my back as it burns .........
Marco_the_champ: Growling I walk towards you grabbing your hair making you stand then grab your head putting it under my pit, I slam your back and drop on the mat hitting you with a DDT
Marco_the_champ: 
Manchester_muscle: pulled up by my hair, and then BOOM a big ddt into the canvass and i recoil and roll onto my back, think i may have pissed the champ off already with that early ankle lock and hes making me pay for it now, i roll to the ropes and grab the middle rope to pull myself back up .....
Marco_the_champ: I jump on my feet and raise again my arms “let’s try it again asshole” I growl while I move my fingers in air
Manchester_muscle: i move off the ropes and back in towards you , you once more want a test of power and i somehow feel its a demand rather than a request this time so i give you what you want, i lock the fingers of one hand into yours , and then i start to raise my other hand and i can see a grin appearing on your face, so before that hand locks up, i drive my boot up hard into your stomach .............
Marco_the_champ: Uuuuuuughhhhh I bend over grabbing my abs spitting flies stepping back shaking my head trying to breath again
Manchester_muscle: as you bend over i grab the back of your head with one hand and my other arm spins up fast and lands a forearm upper cut to your chin ...
Marco_the_champ: Mmmfghhhhh I circle my arms as I step back dizzy and confused after your blow, my body starts to sweat heavily
Manchester_muscle: your heavily muscled body stays on its feet although your thrown back a bit, i was hoping id have been able to get you off your feet but i should have known would take more than that with a big guy like yourself , so as i see your arms circling like windmills, i dive up into the air and land a drop kick into your chest ......
Marco_the_champ: Your dirty soles smash on my pecs and I drop on my back breathing heavily in a pond of my own sweat, eyes staring to the ceiling
Manchester_muscle: i walk up to your side casually, sucking in air and taking my time before i drop hard and drive my elbow smash across your chest .............
Marco_the_champ: Uuuuughhh I jackknife on the mat spitting drips of saliva in the air “fuuuuck” I yell as my feet kicks the canvas
Manchester_muscle: now its my turn to grab your hair and pulling you back up, i walk you towards the corner post and slam you into it face first ............
Marco_the_champ: Ughhhh my head starts to spin as you slam it against the post ref starts to yell at you as I grab the ropes to not fall
Manchester_muscle: totally ignoring the ref , as you grab the ropes to stay on your feet i drive another knee up into your guts .....
Marco_the_champ: Uuuughhhh I step back but manage to grab your quad making you hop on the other foot then drag you in the centre of the ring while I see you in panic and clothesline your meaty pecs making both of us fall on the mat
Manchester_muscle: suddenly hobbling then nailed by this big man i drop onto my back with the big man falling at the side of me, trying to think fast to stop him getting on top and gaining control i reach up and jab my fingers into his eyes as i roll away fast, nursing my back as i slowly stand up in one corner, straightening out my spine
Manchester_muscle: 
Marco_the_champ: “Fuuucker! Ref! Ref!” I shout rolling on the mat rubbing my eyes. I roll off the ring standing on the ground grabbing the barriers to gain my sight back
Manchester_muscle: COME ON REF...................GET HIM BACK IN HERE, .................HES PLAYING FOR TIME...........my fans booing you heavy now as i shout down 'FUCKING CHICKEN SHIT' and the ref pushes me back across the ring so you can get back in .............
Marco_the_champ: I roll back on the ring and as the ref move aside I run towards you shoulders down hitting your abs with a powerful spear BAM ring shakes under your weight
Marco_the_champ: 
Manchester_muscle: as im backed up the ref stands almost in front of me blocking my view and as he moves i see you charging in and its too late for me to move...............im speared into the mats hard, the ring shakes...........im nearly winded and i lay on my back..........chest heaving as i suck in some air and try to clear my head ...........
Marco_the_champ: Crawling on you I hook your leg and put my sweaty pit on your pecs, drops of my sweat fall on your body ONEEEEE REF SLAM THE MAT
Manchester_muscle: i suddeny feel your weight pressing down on my chest..........as you drip sweat on me, but with your armpit on my pecs, your full body weight isnt on me,...............i hear the ref shout ONE..............my head snaps back into gear as i hear him shout .....TWO ..........and kicking my legs high into the air i manage to get my shoulder up and the count is broken ...........
Marco_the_champ: I look at the ref sitting on my heels “it was a three!” I yell raising three fingers. The ref says it was a teo count and I slam my hands on my strong qauds frustrated “Fuck!” I grab your hair and make you go on your 4s locking your head betwen my quads and wrapping your waist bending over “ready to fly little punk?” I say rolling you up and putting you sitting on my shoulders, your bulge right in front of my face trying to find the balance to powerbomb you
Manchester_muscle: oh shit...............pulled up and controlled with ease as you show everyone just how powerful you are...........my legs either side of your head and hanging over your shoulders as you hold me in a sitting position in the air, but i can see your not steady so i lean forward and punch down into your head, ..........then i lock my legs round your head in a head scissors and i drop my full body weight backwards so i start to drop and as i do my feet locked around your head send you over onto your back in a flying head scissor move ...........
Marco_the_champ: BAAAAM I fall on my back as you regerse my move, arching my back feeling the smell of the sweat of your legs on my face I kick the mat in pain
Manchester_muscle: i get up to my feet clearly slower now following the spear but as your on your back , i grab the same leg on which i worked your ankle earlier and i lift that foot into the air before driving my knee into the back of your hamstring, ....then placing my foot on your hip, whilst still holding your foot i look down at you in the hope you know whats coming..............then i drop back behind your head and rip that leg down hard towards your face with my foot acting as a block to make it more painful ............
Marco_the_champ: Fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk” I scream desparately my eyes watering from the pain you give to my already battered ankle and leg
Manchester_muscle: letting you go the ref once more gets in my way by moving forward to check on you.............i try to push past him to get at you but he gets mad and tells me to stand back, and i watch you on the canvass, clearly hurt but i also know ive pissed you off big time now ............
Marco_the_champ: Ref asks me if I want to continue and I say yes grabbing my ankle standing slowly limping on my other foot as he’s checking my leg I dig my fingers into your eyes
Manchester_muscle: ah fuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk.................i scream out as you push your fingers in my eyes, ...........my fans screaming at the ref, to let him know what your upto, ..........stumbling away from you i drop to my knees grabbing my face ............
Marco_the_champ: I move the ref away and grab your head making you go again on your 4s. Locking your head between mu quads I know my ankle won’t let me hoist you up on my shoulders so I jump in air rolling us and make you hittijg your head ok the mat with a canadian destroyer
16:18 Marco_the_champ: 
Manchester_muscle: suddenly your legs wrap around my neck and im thrown over landing my head on the canvass with huge impact, im shot back into the air and my arms go limp as i stagger a pace or two then drop heavily onto my back,.............in huge trouble, ............not even sure i know where i am right now............my fans screaming at me to get up, my leg twitching but other than that i lay there dazed ...........
Marco_the_champ: I crawl again on you hooking your leg then slamming my other hand on your face, I can feel the smell of your sweat and testosterone below me. Ref drops down ONEEEE… TWOOOOO…
Manchester_muscle: suddenly your over me, my face pushed to one side, your weight right on top, my leg hooked back to add more pressure onto my shoulders, im telling myself to kick out but my body wont respond and i hear the ref counting but i cant move ...........
Marco_the_champ: And THREEEEEEE!!! I throw away your leg sittongnon the mat right aside you panting curling my legs and my toes smiling as the announcer shouts my name as the winner
Manchester_muscle: the ref shouts three i hear that but if hed counted to thirty three im not sure i would have moved after that impressive showing and i lay on my back chest heaving, trying to get some air and letting my head clear before i even dare roll over to try and get up again .............
Manchester_muscle: 
Manchester_muscle: finally dragging myself towards the ropes ...
Marco_the_champ: I stand and following you my hands in my hips I grab your pit and help you stand then I offer you an hand “now we can shake it” I say
Manchester_muscle: i stand in front of you , knowing ive been beaten by the stronger guy and happy that you deserved the win i shake your hand , then raise your arm into the air myself as i show my respect ...........
Marco_the_champ: We circle the ring with our hands raised then I grab your back neck and bring your face close to mine “hope we’ll have a rematch man you’re strong and maybe you will beat me next time”
Manchester_muscle: count on it fucker i whisper in your ear
end
Published: 2026-04-10, viewed 111 times.
Freaker
2026-04-12 15:41This was an exciting and well-balanced match between two talented fighters. Marco_the_champ proved why he holds the title with his resilience and ability to turn the tide, even when battling an injured ankle. Manchester_muscle showed tremendous heart and skill, pushing the champion to his limits and dominating large portions of the bout. The back-and-forth action kept the tension high throughout. Manchester Muscle's early strategy was brilliant: "i know your skilled and i have to slow you down and show you i mean business" And Marco's determination to finish strong was evident in his decisive final move: "ready to fly little punk?"
The post-match respect between both men added class to an already impressive contest. This match deserves recognition for its intensity, storytelling, and sportsmanship. Thank you for sharing in THE HIGH TABLE
The board members
PabsTheFighter
2026-04-12 14:13What a classic pro wrestling event! The ankle lock and some leg work are scenes I especially enjoyed! Can't wait to see the rematch as Manny quickly learns and adds moves and holds to his arsenal. Magic Marco will have his hands full, for sure! Bravo, chaps!
Bombardier
2026-04-11 17:10Well, well, well, Marco The Chump gets a win. He had to use dirty tricks as usual for him. Plus he insulted Canada using that Destroyer move. He will pay for that. Nice try MM, get him next time
Pinfall apprentice
2026-04-11 12:36Awesome battle between those two big guys. For once my tag partner met his match and went down to the champ big time. Congrats to both wrestlers for a great display of wrestling.
AZAnaconda
2026-04-10 18:12Hot battle boys