THE HIGH TABLE

Brent_Tim: The wrestling room is quiet . Waiting for the next match up. It's between me and this wrestler Raghav. Blue mats cover the floor wall. A few teammates at the edges, curious. I step to the center circle in red Singlet , stretching shoulders and rolling neck. My eyes fixed on you. I lower my stance. And wait for the whistle to strike.

Brent_Tim:

Raghav: stand across from you on the blue mat, the room's silence thick enough to hear the faint creak of the walls and the distant shuffle of our teammates watching. I'm in a deep navy singlet that clings tight to my frame, the straps already damp with anticipation. My eyes lock onto yours steady, intense, a small smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth as I roll my shoulders back and drop into a mirrored low stance, knees bent, hands up and ready.

Brent_Tim:

Brent_Tim: The whistle cuts through the silence . I begin circling at the center of the mat.. I flick my lead hand toward your shoulder as weclose the distance.Our hands make first contact, light at first, fingertips brushing. Then we collide. Foreheads nearly touch as we push and pull, each searching for an angle. I tug your head down in a quick snap, hoping to disrupt your stance.

Raghav: feel your lead hand flick against my shoulder and immediately close the gap with you, our hands locking up in a tight collar tie. Our foreheads almost touch, breaths mixing hot and quick as we grind for position on the blue mat.The moment you snap my head down, I react fast.. dropping my level lower and driving my shoulder into your chest to counter the pull. My right arm snakes under yours for a strong underhook, pulling your body tight against mine while I post my left hand on your hip, fighting to break your grip and spin to your back."Too slow," I growl under my breath, legs driving forward to pressure you toward the edge of the circle. Our singlets rub together as I try to off-balance you with a quick knee tap, keeping the intensity high but controlled.

Brent_Tim: Your underhook catches me, and your pressure forces me back a step. I quickly circle instead of giving ground, slipping in a tight overhook to stop you from turning the corner. ' You will be shown what speed is soon '. Your knee tap comes fast, but I pull my leg clear at the last second. We stay chest to chest, still fighting for control as I shove back into you, trying to break your balance.

Raghav: feel your shove push me back a half-step, our chests grinding tight.I drop my level again and fight the overhook by posting my free hand on your shoulder, then quickly switch to a whizzer on your overhook arm—pulling it high and tight while driving my hips forward to try and break your posture. My foot hooks behind your ankle for a quick trip attempt as I lean heavy into you.

Brent_Tim: Your foot hooks my ankle, but instead of backing away, I explode into you. I rip my arm free of the whizzer, drive my shoulder hard into your chest, and lock both arms around your waist. With my legs pumping, I force you backward, trying to lift and finish a powerful body lock takedown before you can recover.

Raghav: Your explosion catches me mid-trip. You rip free of the whizzer and lock both arms around my waist in a tight body lock. I feel your shoulder drive into my chest and your legs drive hard, forcing me backward. I sprawl my legs back fast to kill the lift, dropping my hips low and heavy while gripping your head and one arm to keep you from arching me over. My feet dig into the mat as I fight to stay upright, chest to chest, sweat already slick between us.I counter by snapping your head down sharply again while trying to pummel my arm back inside for control.

Brent_Tim: Your sprawl stalls the lift, but I don't let go. As you snap my head down, I surge forward again, keeping the body lock tight and driving through your hips. I bump you with my shoulder, then hook my right leg inside yours, trying to reap it out from under you while twisting you toward the mat. I am determined to finish the takedown to score the first of points .

Raghav: You refuse to release the body lock and surge forward again, your shoulder bumping me while that right leg hooks inside mine. I feel the reap coming and the twist starting to pull me off balance.I fight it hard posting my left foot wide to block the reap, then dropping my level even lower and driving my hips into you. With a sharp grunt I hit a quick switch: I pull your head down tighter and spin my body to the side, trying to turn the body lock against you into a scramble. My free arm fights to underhook your leg as we both go down toward the mat.We hit the blue mat hard, tangled up. I’m fighting to avoid getting turned and stay on top

Brent_Tim: We crash onto the mat in a tangle, but I refuse to concede the scramble. The first points are mine . The instant we land, I keep my grip locked and roll through with the momentum, driving off my toes to come up on top. My chest presses into your back as I circle behind, reaching for both ankles before you can stand. I stay heavy on your hips, trying to secure control while you continue fighting to turn back in.. 2-0.

Raghav: We crash down and you roll fast with the momentum, powering up on top. Your chest presses heavy into my back as you circle behind and grab for my ankles. I fight like hell bridging hard and trying to turn back into you, but you stay heavy on my hips and keep control.

Raghav: Round 2 starts in 10 seconds

Brent_Tim: You bridge hard, but I ride. I release your ankles, cinch a tight waist with one arm, and drive my shoulder between your shoulder blades. As you turn back into me, I spin with you, staying behind and dragging you flat to the mat. Not giving you any escape .

Raghav: You ride strong, releasing the ankles only to cinch a tight waist and drive your shoulder into my upper back. I bridge and roll hard again, but you spin with me perfectly and drag me back flat to the mat.I’m stuck on my stomach with you heavy behind me. I immediately fight to get my elbows under me and post up, trying to stand or turn in. With a grunt I reach back with one hand to grab your wrist, pulling it away from my waist while driving my hips up to create space.“Get off my back,” I growl, muscles straining as I work to break free and scramble out.

Brent_Tim: The whistle cuts through the room. I release my grip immediately and push back onto my knees, breathing hard as sweat drips onto the mat. I adjust my bulge and roll my shoulders.

Raghav: push up to my knees across from you, breathing heavy, sweat dripping down my chest as the navy singlet clings tight. I lock eyes with you, adjusting my bulge with a quick tug before rolling my shoulders back."Round 2,"

Brent_Tim: I kneel in the referee's position at the center of the mat, one knee down, both hands on the mat, keeping still as I wait for the whistle. You settle in behind me with one hand around my waist and the other on my elbow, ready to cover. The referee checks our positions. "Set..."

Raghav: I settle in tight behind you on the blue mat, my chest pressed against your back, one arm wrapped firm around your waist and the other gripping your elbow. My hips stay heavy on yours as I wait, sweat already mixing between us.The ref says “Set...” and the second the whistle blows I explode driving my shoulder into your upper back while yanking your elbow back and pulling your waist tight. I try to spin you hard to the side and break you down flat before you can stand up.

Brent_Tim: Your drive hard .My chest drops toward the mat, but I immediately post my free hand and knee to stop myself from going completely flat. I keep moving, peeling at your waist grip. I plant a foot and start driving back up, trying to turn into you before you can settle your ride.

Raghav: You post your hand and knee fast, fighting to stay up and turn in. I stay heavy, chest glued to your back, and crank my waist grip tighter while driving my shoulder harder into you.As you plant your foot to stand, I slide my leg inside yours and hook your near ankle, yanking it out from under you. I spin with your momentum, trying to drag you back down to the mat and flatten you out again. "Stay down," I growl, breathing hot against your neck.

Brent_Tim: Your ankle hook catches me clean, but instead of fighting straight up, I go with the pressure. Your weight on top of me is heavy. I trap your wrist against my waist, hit roll, and keep the momentum going, trying to slip out behind you as you follow.

Raghav: You roll with the pressure and trap my wrist, trying to slip out behind me. I feel the momentum shift and immediately follow it, spinning hard with you to stay on top.I release the ankle hook, post my free hand on the mat, and drive my hips forward, fighting to keep my chest tight to your back. As we scramble I pummel my arm back inside for an underhook and try to swing around to your side, staying heavy to prevent you from getting behind me. "Not happening," I grunt, legs working to cut off your escape.

Brent_Tim: You never let me slip free. Your underhook stays tight as you float with the scramble, keeping your chest glued to my back. I try to crawl forward and build my base again, but flatten me back onto the mat. I grit my teeth and keep moving, still searching for an opening, but you're firmly in control. This is not looking good for me .

Raghav: stay glued to your back, underhook locked tight as you try to crawl forward. The second you build any base I drive my weight forward, flattening you back down to the mat with a heavy hip pressure."Keep fighting," I growl against your ear, sweat dripping from my face onto your neck. I slide my arm higher, cinching a tighter waist and posting my other hand on your shoulder blade, riding you hard while I work to break you down completely and hunt for the turn.

Brent_Tim: Your pressure keeps me pinned to the mat. I tuck my elbows in tight and protect my wrists, refusing to give you an opening for a turn. Every time you drive me flat, I inch a knee underneath myself, forcing you to adjust your weight instead of settling easily on top.

Raghav: You keep tucking your elbows and inching that knee under, making me constantly adjust. I stay heavy, chest pressed tight to your back, and fight every inch. I slide my hips higher, driving my weight across your shoulders while re-gripping the waist deeper. With a strong grunt I yank your arm back and post my knee beside yours, trying to kill your base and flatten you out again. "You're not going anywhere," I breathe hot against your neck, grinding my hips down to break your posture.

Raghav: Yr

Brent_Tim: You maintain heavy top pressure, staying tight behind me and breaking down each attempt to build a base. I continue protecting my arms and working patiently from underneath, but your ride remains solid as the referee watches for action. The crowd grows louder with each exchange while the clock continues to tick.

Raghav: stay heavy on your back, chest glued tight as you protect your arms and try to build base again. The crowd noise fuels me. I slide my knee across, cutting off your near leg while I crank the waist grip even harder. With a sharp drive I yank your elbow back and spin my body to the side, trying to roll you to your back for the turn. My hips press down heavy, sweat pouring between us as I fight to break through your defense. "Give it up," I growl low.

Brent_Tim: You commit to the turn and rolls me clean through. The shoulders are exposed long enough for the referee to begin the near fall count. The action returns to the mat with you still firmly on top, having successfully converted the turn into back exposure. It's 2-2 . The whistle rings and i breath finally.

Raghav: lock my hips tight, chest pressing heavy into your back as the ref's hand slaps the mat twice. 2-2. My breath's steady but my heart's pounding good scramble.Whistle blows. I don't give you an inch. I slide my right arm under your near side, drive my knee across, and hit a tight gut wrench, rolling you hard again for another exposure. My weight stays centered, elbows in, grinding the hold to milk every tick of control.

Brent_Tim: The whistle sounds just as the second gut wrench finishes. You make it 4-2The referee stops the action immediately and signals the end of the period before separating us. We both rise slowly, breathing hard after the relentless scramble. Sweat drips onto the blue mat as we walk back toward the center. I wait for you to get in bottom of refree position.

Raghav: nod at the ref, chest heaving, and drop into the bottom referee's position on the mat, hands planted, knees wide. My back is slick with sweat as I brace for your weight. "Your turn on top," I mutter through gritted teeth, muscles coiled tight. The whistle blows again let's see what you've got this period.

Brent_Tim: You settle into the bottom referee's position while i take the top position. fatigue developing after the opening periods. At the whistle, i immediately apply forward pressure to keep control, while you search for an escape.

Raghav: You lean heavy with that forward pressure, chest on my back, arm hooked tight around my waist. I feel the weight pinning me down. I immediately post my left elbow, drop my level low, and explode upward with a sharp hip heave, trying to create space and spin to my knees. My right arm shoots under for a whizzer, fighting for that elbow control to break your grip.

Brent_Tim: You explode upward from the bottom, posting an elbow and driving through your hips in a determined escape attempt. I stay composed on top, following the movement and maintaining control through the scramble. My bulge rubbing on your back. I push my weight down to flatten you out.

Raghav: I feel your weight crash down heavier after my hip explosion, your chest glued to my back and that firm bulge pressing right along my spine through our singlets. The friction’s impossible to ignore as you flatten me out, hips grinding to kill my momentum. I grunt, elbows fighting for posts again, but fatigue slows me a half-second too much. I bridge hard with my hips anyway, trying to buck you off to the side while my free hand claws for an underhook. Sweat mixes between us, breaths ragged.

Brent_Tim: You post to your knees and begin to rise, but I circle with you, staying behind and preventing the escape. The referee encourages action as we edge toward the boundary.. My hands slide against your chest so that I can roll you.

Raghav: feel you circle behind me and slide your hands across my sweaty chest, trying to roll me as we near the boundary. I drop my hips low and fight the roll hard, clamping my arms down over yours to kill the leverage.With a loud grunt I bridge my hips up explosively and spin hard toward you, trying to break free and turn into you before you can settle the roll. Sweat flies as we scramble near the edge, my legs driving to create space. "Not so easy," I growl

Brent_Tim: Your bridge disrupt my balance just enough . I feel my grip slide off your sweaty chest as you spin, the sheer . We clash chest-to-chest in a heavy, chaotic scramble right at the edge of the mat, muscles straining as you drive your legs to create space. I need to prevent you from escaping and scoring a point . So i drag my shoes upwards and try to take you out of the circle.

Raghav: We crash chest-to-chest in the chaotic scramble at the edge, our singlets soaked and sliding against each other. I feel you drag your shoes up trying to take me out of bounds.I drive my legs hard, lowering my level and powering into you with a strong collar tie, fighting to stay inside the circle. My shoulder bumps your chest as I push forward, trying to spin off and get behind you instead while the ref watches closely..

Brent_Tim: I plant my foot, shoes on the very edge of the boundary line, trying to save myself against your surge. ​You try to slip and spin behind, but I refuse to yield the position. I forcefully pummel my right arm inside, fighting through the sweat to secure bicep , clamping down to try to block your rotation.

Raghav: You plant your foot right on the edge and pummel your arm inside, clamping down on my bicep with that strong grip, our sweat-slick skin sliding hard. I growl against your neck, refusing to let you stop me.I drive my hips forward aggressively, my thick bulge pressing and grinding right into yours as I fight through your pummel. With a powerful twist of my upper body I keep trying to spin behind you, chest heaving against chest, bodies locked tight and slick. "Come on... give me that back," I breathe hot and low, legs driving with everything I’ve got

Brent_Tim: you spin fast and hard behind me, your chest heavy against my back. The referee calls a reversal. Fuck it's already 6-2 as ​we are right on the edge of the mat, my shoes scrambling . ​"Damn it," I curse under my breath, feeling the heat of your chest ..waiting for your next move before the refree blows the whistle for stepping out.

Raghav: lock in tight behind you after the reversal, chest pressed heavy and hot against your back, my hard bulge grinding firmly right between your ass cheeks through our thin singlets. Sweat drips from my body onto yours as I stay heavy, controlling you right on the edge.I cinch my arms around your waist and breathe hot against your ear, "6-2... you feel that?" My hips roll once deliberately, pressing my thickness against you before the ref blows the whistle for the boundary.

Brent_Tim: I peel off the mat, chest heavy. Wiping the sweat from my forehead with the back of my forearm, I get back to the center circle. Frustrated, I drop down to my hands and knees. My singlet is drenched, and I know I need to close this point gap fast. The referee signals for you to take your starting position on top. I keep my head up, elbows tucked tight, ready to explode t second the whistle blows again.

Raghav: walk back to the center, chest still heaving, my drenched singlet clinging to every muscle. I settle in tight on top of you, chest pressed flush against your sweaty back, my hard bulge nestled right against your ass as I hook one arm around your waist and grip your elbow.I lean in close, lips brushing your ear. “Ready to get ridden again?” I growl low and hungry, rolling my hips once so you feel me throbbing against you. The ref checks us… “Set…” I wait for the whistle, muscles coiled and ready to explode

Brent_Tim: ' no . I will be riding you now..' With a sharp grunt, I launch into a rapid sit out as the whistle rings. I shoot my legs forward and snap my hips hard to the outside, twisting my torso abruptly to break your waist lock. I immediately reach back, fighting desperately to peel your hands apart and secure hand control before you can flatten me out .

Raghav: The whistle blows and you launch into a sharp sit-out, shooting your legs forward and snapping your hips hard. I feel your ass grind back against my bulge as you twist.I growl and fight to stay on you, clamping my arms tighter around your waist, my sweaty chest sliding against your back. My thick cock presses firm between your cheeks through the singlets as I drive my weight down, trying to stop the escape and flatten you again. “You’re not getting out that easy,” I pant hot against your neck, hands fighting yours for control while my hips grind down heavy.

Brent_Tim: I feel your cock over my ass. It feels fucking good. But no time to waste now..I grip your fingers and peel them away from my waist to break your lock. ​as your grip loosens, I plant my left hand hard on the mat. I sharply swing my hips out to the right side, and throw my right arm back over your torso. I dig deep to hook your inner thigh, attempting to hit a fast, explosive switch to catch you and , score the reversal, and finally get off the bottom ..

Raghav: You peel at my fingers and swing your hips hard to the right, throwing your arm back to hook my inner thigh for the switch. My thick cock grinds firmly along your ass as you move, the friction making me groan.I fight it instantly dropping my level and driving my weight forward, trying to sprawl my legs back and kill the switch. I reach for your far arm to block the turn while pressing my sweaty chest down on you, bulge still hot and heavy against your body. “Nice try, but you’re staying under me,” I growl breathlessly, muscles straining hard to keep top control.

Brent_Tim: Your heavy sprawl and sheer top pressure successfully completely kills my switch, keeping me trapped on the mat as the final seconds tick away. The referee whistles out . I stop struggling..My chest is heaving, muscles burning from the absolute physical war we just put each other through. Still below you. Feeling your cock on my ass.. my own rock hard below my weight.

Raghav: The whistle blows and I stay on top of you a second longer, chest glued to your back, my hard throbbing cock pressed firm between your ass cheeks through our soaked singlets. I grind once more, slow and heavy, letting you feel every inch before I finally push up.Breathing hard, sweat dripping off me onto you, I lean down and growl low in your ear, “You felt so fucking good under me… but this ain’t over.” I give your ass one last firm roll of my hips, then stand up, bulge obviously hard in my singlet as I stare down at you with hungry eyes.

Raghav: End