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Tommy_The_Terror: Round 6 already. This is a special match. There will be a ambulance at ringside. No rules. Anything goes. To win the match. You must throw, toss or place your opponent into the ambulance and close the doors.
Tommy_The_Terror: Announcer: One would have to wonder why Tommy The Terror would accept this match. I mean he loves these kinds of matches BUT against Walrus!
Tommy_The_Terror: Ambulance is seen being place at ringside and EMS people opens the doors and step away from the ambulance.
Walrus: Terror had suggested an ambulance match. As I was interesting concept and fitted my wrestling style I said yes. Not sure if he had suggested this for every round and I was the only one brave or stupid or psychotic enough to say yes.
Walrus: Each of us enjoyed violence and we didn’t really care whether the opponent could walk out of the ring unaided after we beat them or if they left the arena in an ambulance
Walrus: I was first to ring. The crowd yelling “you fat bastard” at me as usual. Hauling my bulk in the ring. Sweating already in my usual purple singlet
Walrus: 
Tommy_The_Terror: 6'1 and 245 pounds. Wearing my red trunks with TERROR in white letters on them. Wearing red boots. The crowd begins to boo me as soon as they seen me. Walk towards the ring. Go to the ambulance and look inside and then up in the ring at you as I flex. "I hope they got good shocks on this." I make my way inside the ring.
Walrus: Sizing you up as you enter ring. You are a big fellow as well. A heavyweight on the verge of super heavyweight.
Walrus: Slapping my huge belly as ref brings us together to discuss the few rules this type of match had
Walrus: Extreme rules - weapons allowed. And with us two there would weapons everywhere - whatever was in arena or under ring. Win only by getting opponent in one of two ambulances at ring side and by closing the doors. No DQ so anything goes
Walrus: Ref finishes speech as we move back to our corners. Bell rings
Tommy_The_Terror: I was listening to the ref about half the time. Looking at you and looking down at your belly. You move back to your corner. "Have you ever heard about a gym?" I yelled. The bell ring. I stand in my corner a little bit longer. Watching you and then I came out and started to circle you.
Walrus: Ignoring your comments as I move out then circle too. But I ain’t here to dance around the ring with you. Moving back to ropes and stepping out of ring. Dropping to arena floor kicking a young muscle man wearing a Terror tshirt out of his seat as I want the metal chair. Brandishing it as I challenge you to get out of ring with me
Tommy_The_Terror: You kick a young muscle man out of his seat. I started clapping. You challenge me to get out of the ring. I flip you off. I slide out of the ring opposite side of the ring from you. "Come and get me fat ass"
Walrus: I hear your fan behind me yelling at me that he will make sure I lose. Turning telling him to fuck off. Moving slowly around the ring. Chair in front of me like a shield
Tommy_The_Terror: I motion to that fan and he starts running towards you and slaps your back as he backs away from you. I start moving towards you. Using the fan as a distraction. You have the chair in front of you as a shield. I go low and slam my shoulder into your right knee cap.
Walrus: I feel a slap on my back. Turning to see your fan just out of reach yelling at me. I turn back towards you holding chair then realise you are charging low. Too late as you go under chair
Walrus: Slamming shoulder onto my right knee cap. Your momentum buckled my knee and I fall backwards. Chair across my belly
Tommy_The_Terror: You fall backwards and the chair is across the belly. I look at the fan and he was shaking his head yes. I took the chair from your belly and raised it above my head and swing it down onto your chest 3 times.
Walrus: BOOM !! Chair hitting my less protected chest. Yelling as each impact bruises me. You are concentrating on that so I hope when I shoot my leg up towards your bulge you won’t realise till it hits your balls
Tommy_The_Terror: I swinging away with that chair until I felt pain in my balls as your leg nails them. I drop the chair and stumble backwards as I double over and holding my balls. I try to get away but fell on my ass and eventually on my side massaging my balls.
Walrus: Grabbing chair I aim it at your head. Bringing down on your skull hoping to scramble your brains
Tommy_The_Terror: I scream out loud as you bring that chair down on my skull. My fan took off his Terror shirt and making sure that the lettering TERROR on his shirt is against your face. He goes to wrap it around your face. Hoping to give me some time to recover.
Walrus: There is a small dent in the chair from the impact as I raise it again to hit your head. Suddenly this sweaty dirty shirt wraps around my face. As it dies under the letters TERROR. It must be your fans tshirt. Your videos all encourage you fans not to wash and glorify in their own putrid body odour something you clearly do and which this fan does as well. Gagging from smell. Then slamming chair down blind not knowing which bit of you i will hit
Tommy_The_Terror: Hearing you gagging as I looked up at you and seen that my fan had taken off his dirty shirt and wrap it around your face. I smile as I know that shirt has to smell. I moved away from you and was wondering. Is that the shirt that I smell or is it Walrus that I smell cause he is sweating. I had to shake my had from that thought. I seen you slamming the chair down and hitting the floor. The fans are yelling at the ref, but the ref shrugs his shoulderd. The fan tightens the shirt around your face. I struggle to get to my feet. Dazed from the chair shot to my head. Move my hands up to my head and bring them back down to check for blood. Luckly no blood yet. I lean my back up against the barricade. My fan remove the shirt from your face and backs away from you.
Walrus: I love stinky guys and the smell of you both is incredible. Both of you sweating and excited. Fan turned on by bring close to his idol. You turned on by I reckon my huge sexy body. Deviating to use fan against you by grabbing him and throwing him into you. Hoping your bodies collide sending yours hard into barricade
Tommy_The_Terror: I was against the barricade to set you up. You did not fall for it. You grab the fan and throwing him into me. Our bodies collided and my back slams hard against the barricade. I let out a loud scream. I lean over and whisper something in the fans ear. Not even the fans could hear what I told him. The fan shook his head. My back is in pain. The crowd was trying to touch me and there was nothing I could do about it.
Walrus: Throwing fan into the crowd, I give you a forearm smash across your chest followed by a head butt to your face then grab back of your head pulling you towards steel ring post aiming to slam your face into it
Tommy_The_Terror: You threw the fan into the crowd. He landed onto lap of a good looking women. You send your forearm smashing against my chest. Then you head butt me to my face. Before I could raise my hands up, you grab the back of my head and move us towards the steel ring. You go to slam my face into it... I block it with my foot and reverse it. Slamming your face into the steel post.
Walrus: Fan rolling off her. Rolling onto her large boyfriend instead !! Meanwhile you slam my head into the steel post. Blood flying everywhere. Dazed but I manage to grab you propelling you chest first into the post then slamming your head into steel post too.
Tommy_The_Terror: Seen blood flying everywhere as I smile but then I felt pain in my chest as you grab me and send me into the post. Before I could try backing away, you grab my head and slam it into the post. I fall backwards onto the floor. Hands on my head as I lay there moaning.
Walrus: Pleased to see you on ground. Reaching under the ring I find a metal bar. Bringing it down over you head and face once then again trying to draw as much blood from you head as is coming out of me.
Walrus: There are packets of tin tacks / drawing pins and florescent tubes which I grab. Placing them in the ring. Scattering the tin tacks. Propping the tube into a far corner. Grabbing you and throwing you back in ring as I climb in behind you
Walrus: Trying to lift you so I can throw you onto tin tacks
Tommy_The_Terror: Blood is coming from my head after you nailing me with the metal bar. Daze and hurting. Seen you scattering tacks and other stuff. You threw me back into the ring. You try to lift me but I place my foot between yours to block it. I send punches to your stomach. Grabbing your head and trying for a DDT your face into the tacks.
Walrus: I may be the heavier man but you are a heavy fucker too. My stamina is low anyway plus the blood loss doesn’t help. Struggling to lift you as you try to block my move. Slamming punches in my huge stomach. I stop trying to lift you as blood pressure soaring and blood loss increasing make me dazed and confused just as you grab my head falling forwards taking me with you.
Walrus: I land belly down in the tacks. Piercing my face disfiguring my good looks . Screaming in pain as I try to turn to roll away from the tacks. Several attached to my face. Bleeding from the numerous wounds. I end up belly up in the middle of the ring
Walrus: Face completely red with blood
Walrus: 
Tommy_The_Terror: I stand up to my feet as blood is coming from my forehead. I look down at you as you lay there on your back. Tacks piercing your face. Your face is completely cover in blood. I grab your head and help you to your feet. I position you and I grab your wrist and irishwhip you into the corner where you had sat up the florescent tubes. Fans are booing me loudly.
Walrus: I feel you grab my head forcing me to get up. I can hardly see as face covered in blood. But I can see enough to realise you are about to Irish whip me into the corner where the fluorescent tubes are. No no please no I mumble even though I had intended doing that to you
Walrus: You send my heavy bulk hurtling towards the tubes
Walrus: You try to send my heavy bulk hurtling towards the tubes
Walrus: but i am too massive.
Walrus: I counter slamming fists and forearms in to your chest and face. Picking you up then dropping you face first onto the mat in to the remaining tacks to stun you. Blood covering the ring as i grab you to drag you to the corner where the tubes are. Placing you slumped against tubes you chest, thighs and face touching them
Tommy_The_Terror: You begin to slamming fist and forearms into my chest and face. OOOOFFFF. You pick me up and then dropping me face first ont the tacks. I scream in pain as tack sticks to my forehead. You grab me and drag me to the corner where the tubes are. You place me slumped against the tubes.
Walrus: Moving back to opposite corner
Walrus: Slapping my huge blood covered belly
Walrus: You look half ko so I take my time. Yelling at that Terror fan who is taunting me from on top of that fat man
Walrus: Then I charge across the ring. Planning to slam into the back of you. If I impact I will force you into the tubes shattering them. Whole ring shaking as I charge. Your fans shouting at you to move.
Walrus: 
Tommy_The_Terror: Hearing the fans yelling to move. Feeling the ring shaking as I glance over my shoulder. My eyes goes wide as I see you charging. At the last moment and out of desperation, I move to the right.
Walrus: Charging towards you. Blood making seeing more difficult. I assume you are half ko and I don’t see you glance over your shoulder so I am unprepared to stop or slow down when you step aside.
Walrus: BOOM !!! The tubes shatter. The force incredible as the inert gas inside is under pressure. Exploding as huge glass shards goes deep into my belly chest thighs and balls.
Walrus: Blood pouring from the numerous deep wounds. I stagger back a few steps the shards sticking into my blubber then I fall backwards landing belly up on the ring
Walrus: If this was a normal extreme rules match you could easily pin me now for the one ah two ah theee ah but unluckily for you it isn’t. Somehow you need to get my huge bulk in the ambulance
Tommy_The_Terror: Hear the tubes shatter. Huge glass shards goes all over the place. I am bleeding from my forehead as I see glass shards goes into your belly, chest thighs and ball. I have an evil grin on my face. I walk over to you and reach down and grab that shards that is in your balls and begin twisiting it. I grab your feet and start pulling, tugging, "Damn you are so HEAVY! I scream. Using all my strength as I drag you to the ropes. I lean against the ropes to rest just a bit. Blood running down my forehead and onto the canvas. I look around for my fan. I see him and motion him to the ring. He comes to the ring. " Grab a leg and lets pull Walrus out of the ring." The fan backs away. He yells...HELL NO! I hurt my back trying to pull that thing.!
Walrus: Laying there dazed then the worst pain I have ever felt from my balls as you twist the glass shards. Screaming in agony. You try dragging 330 lb of bulk across the ring. Leaving a huge pool of blood on the mats and a smear of blood where I was dragged.
Walrus: Seeing you are resting on ropes I pull a glass shard out of my belly slamming the sharp end into your thighs to weaken you then aim it at your balls
Tommy_The_Terror: Pool of blood is on the canvas and a smear of blood is where I dragged you towars the ropes. You pull a glass shard out of your belly and I try to block it but you manage to slam it into my thighs. I scream in pain and then you aim it towards my balls. I moved away from the ropes and I go to move my elbow back and I end up nailing the ref in the head really hard. I look behind me and the ref was behind me for some dumb reason. Well now he is laying on the canvas and appears he is knocked out. I had a grin on my face. Yell at my fan as I go I slide out of the ring. WE both grab a leg and start pulling you under the ropes. I whisper in my fans ear. When go to yank as hard as we can and when you were close we release and hoping the momentum and gravity is enough where you fall to the floor.
Walrus: Blood pouring for your thighs onto me as I hope I have weakened you so you can’t drag me out of ring on your own. I see you hit ref accidentally knocking him out. Suddenly that fucking fan of yours is back at ringside. His trackies tenting as he grabs my leg as you grab my other one. I try rolling and moving my bulk to make it as difficult for you as possible as you two start pulling me under the ropes. Reaching up to grab rope to try to stop you
Walrus: But you keep on pulling so my legs are fully out of the ring.
Walrus: I hear you talking quietly to him then counting one two three ! A huge yank causes mr to lose grip on ropes as you pull over half my body weight over edge on the ring
Walrus: Trying to stop myself falling outside ring as I try to grab ropes as my legs and lower body shifts position and drops as you let go
Walrus:
Walrus: My centre of gravity outside the ring means I fall out of the ring landing on ground heavily in a huge heap. Crowd cheering you on
Tommy_The_Terror: You try to prevent yourself by going outside the ring, BUT gravity came into play and well you just can't stop gravity. You land on the floor in a huge heap. I grab your head and pick you up to your feet. Walk us over to the front of one of the ambulance. Slam your bloody face down on the hood of the ambulance.
Walrus: Pulled up and dragged to the front of the ambulance. My face slammed down on the bonnet of the ambulance. However I ain’t as dazed and dizzy as I appear now as quickly I punch you on the kidneys allowing mr chance to grab your head and slam your bloody face into the bonnet - once twice three times four times. You look almost ko as I drag you around the side of the ambulance
Walrus: Rear doors wide open as I bundle you inside. Starting to shut the first door
Tommy_The_Terror: You were able to slam my head onto the bonnet of the ambulance 4 times. Blood is left on the bonnet. You were able to drag me aorund the side of the ambulance. Shaking my head as you place me inside the ambulance. I reach up and grab a needle. I drag myself up and move towards the door as you go to close it. I kick the door backwards. Hoping the door nails you.
Walrus: Assuming you are sprawled on the ambulance floor still, as i close the door i can no longer see inside. Suddenly the door flies open slamming into my belly and chest and head sending me sprawling now on to the floor belly up
Walrus: 
Tommy_The_Terror: The door slams into your belly and chest and head causing you to be on the floor on your back. I step out of the ambulance as the fans are booing me. I took that needle and walk over to your head. I bend over and stuck that needle into your bloody forehead. I then walk back some from you.
Walrus: Dazed from that metal door hitting me as you stuck a huge needle in my bleeding forehead. Struggling to focus as my head is spinning
Tommy_The_Terror: I look back into the ambulance and seen what I want.. Go back into the ambulance and grab an Oxygen tank. I bring it back out of the ambulance with me. "Walrus, are you having problem breathing?" I raised the Oxygen tank and slammed it down on your belly. "That should help you" Blood dripping onto your stomach from my face and forehead. I took the Oxygen tank and move down some. Place the bottom of the tank on your bulge and press down on the tank.
Walrus: I see you emerge with the oxygen tank slamming it down on my belly. Forcing the tiny glass shards still in my belly deeper into my blubber. Yelling as my already injured bleeding belly is damaged even more. I am losing loads of blood now. Face covered in blood so I don’t realise what you are doing next.
Walrus: Screaming as you press the heavy tank into my balls almost castrating me. Thrashing around grabbing hold of you. Pulling needle from my forehead and jabbing it into your balls feeling it pierce the skin then go deeper
Tommy_The_Terror: You are screaming as I press the heavy tank into your balls. You are thrashing around and grabbing ahold of me. You pull the needle from your forehead and jabbing it into my balls as I scream in pain.
Walrus: Grabbing the oxygen tank from you as you concentrate on your balls as i slam the heavy tank onto your thighs knees and balls forcing the needle right into your balls. Slowly getting up and then using the heavy tank like a battering ram smashing it into slamming you through the open ambulance door
Tommy_The_Terror: You go to slam the heavy tank into my thighs and kness as I fall to the floor. My fans was standing there when you slowly get kup and using the heavy tank like a battering ram and smashing the fan and the fan slams into the open ambulance door.
Walrus: Your fan is outraged at my attack on your balls - I think his chance of getting fucked by you was now minimal.
Walrus: Fan leaping over the barrier getting between me and you. Throwing his tshirt aside so he is bare chested. There is so much blood over my face and in my eyes that all I see is a bare bodies man in front of me of the correct height and bulk. Tank is large and onsite my view of other person as well. Slamming him with the tank not you as you dive to the side. But I don’t realise as I assume you are in the ambulance.
Walrus: Closing the doors. But not hearing bell for end of the match. Turning as I need to check why. Ref is no where to be seen. As I start to turn I can just see refs white shirt on ground in ring. Yelling at ring announcer who is nearby saying why hasn’t he rung bell instead. Announcer telling me match not over yet. I start yelling back at him.
Tommy_The_Terror: Bloody and aching balls as I pulled that needle from my balls. Slowly get to my feet. See the ambulance doors closed.
Tommy_The_Terror: I walk slowly to the side of the ambulance. Happens to be a ladder. You are yelling at the ring announcer. I start to climb up the ladder.
Tommy_The_Terror: I reach the top of the roof and I stomp on the roof. My fan inside the ambulance slams the door open and nailing you with a back board over your head.
Walrus: Announcer says you are not in the ambulance. I am furious as I think he is lying. I turn to open door to prove you are there just as door flies open. It is your fan inside who slams a back board on my head. Knocking me down onto the ground belly up near the rear of the ambulance
Walrus:
Tommy_The_Terror: I watched as you go to the floor on your back. I laid down on the roof and reach over and grab my fans hands and help him up on the roof. We both stand up. I gave hum some instructions.
Tommy_The_Terror: This fan that I picked is in training to become a wrestler. He picks me up in a military press above his head. Now I am one who hates heights. He walks closer to the edge. Fans are yelling for you to move. They are booing me. My fan tosses me over. I land..belly to belly on you. I roll off of you holding my stomach. That hurt like a son of a b----. My fan leaps off the ambulance feet first. His feet nails your belly.
Walrus: Belly up half ko from the hit on the head. Blood everywhere. Getting disorientated from the blood loss. No idea where you are
Walrus: Then a shadow falls over me
Walrus: BBOOOMM !! 250 lb of Terror landing on my belly from about eight or nine feet above me ! The slap of bulk on fat echoing across room. The remaining glass shards pushed deep into my belly. Luckily my thick layers of fat protect me as the glass is imbedded in it. A thinner man would have had his intestines ruptured and ripped open from the glass shards or from your impact onto me
Walrus: You roll me as I lay groaning. Blood pouring from my head chest belly balls. Then another shadow.
Walrus: BBOOMM !! As your dan lands feet first on my belly opening up the wounds as the glass tears into my blubber even more. You two appear to want to burst my belly. Explode me like a human balloon. Belly in agony ! Clutching it ! Writhing around a bit but then laying still as I am close to ko
Walrus: Though match won’t end even I am ko as you have to get my bulk in the ambulance and close doors
Tommy_The_Terror: I watch in amazement as the fan leaped off the top of the ambulance. That was not planned. I slowly stood up as Mike helped me up. [fan] Mike and I gave each other high fives. Blood all over my face and after being tossed off the ambulance not only does my balls aches so does my stomach.
Tommy_The_Terror: I go over and grab the back board that Mike used to nail Walrus over the head with. Place it beside you. Mike and I roll you over onto the back board. Mike on one end and I on the other end. we lift you up
Tommy_The_Terror: I let out a scream of pain....Stomach hurts....balls hurts like hell. We start moving back towards the ambulance.
Walrus: Not sure where I am ! Everything is bleeding. Everywhere hurts. In my confusion I feel myself getting rolled onto the back board. Unable to fight back. Unable to move. I feel myself getting lifted and carried. I hear someone encouraging you and telling you we must finish me off and get me in ambulance
Tommy_The_Terror: Mike told me that we must get you to the ambulance. I yelled "I going as fast as I can. Your balls are not aching" See Mike with a smile on his face. The doors of the ambulance are arlready open. Mike set his end of the back board on the floor of the ambulance. He came around and help me shove your fat ass into the ambulance. "Someone needs to introduce Walrus to a gym" Mike laughs "Or to weight watchers"
Tommy_The_Terror: Mike jumps back over the barricades as the ref starts to move. He staggers his way out of the ring. He looks inside as I close one door. He nods as I start to close the other door
Walrus: Unable to move blood pouring from my many wounds all over the back board all over the ground all over you two.
Walrus: My fat arse gets shoved in the ambulance. My head hitting the bed frame which finally completely ko me.
Walrus: Ref has finally woken up missing the interference by the fan. Still dazed himself he is just about able to get out of ring seeing I am in ambulance as you close one door.
Walrus: Then watching you as you start closing the other door
Tommy_The_Terror: Your blood...my blood mixing together on me and on the floor. I continue to close the second door. Second door closes and I lock the doors. I sit down on the bumper. Total exhausted as the ref signals for the bell. He start to raise my hand but stops. Reaches in his pocket and grabs a plastic glove. I watched him put it on. He was acting like he was going to stick his hand up.....I got up and moved and raised my own hand.
Walrus: Medics pouring into the ringside area. Attending to you. Getting in ambulance to check I am still alive. Luckily i am ko and bleeding profusely but no internal damage. Medics offer you lift to hospital as that’s where they are taking me
Walrus: Will you accept ? Will you attack my ko bulk en route ? Will I awake and attack you ? ……. Well that’s another story
Walrus: End
Published: 2026-04-15, viewed 73 times.
Southern Savage
2026-04-26 08:05Fucking hot match guys!
Freaker
2026-04-16 09:00Both men brought exactly what was expected — heavy-hitting, no-nonsense violence. The weapons were creative and the stakes were clear from the opening bell.
Walrus absorbed punishment that would stop most men and kept coming back. His size was both his weapon and his weakness — hard to move, but hard to keep down. The glass shards in his body and the shots to his balls showed his tolerance for pain.
Tommy The Terror: Calculated brutality. He used everything — chairs, tacks, oxygen tank, even his fan. The dive from the ambulance roof was memorable. At the finish: The fan interference was controversial but added chaos to an already chaotic match. Closing those ambulance doors on 330 pounds takes effort. Both men left everything in that ring — and on the floor. Respect to both for surviving.
A bloody, violent spectacle we are pleased to add to THE HIGH TABLE
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