THE HIGH TABLE
Established: 2023-11-17
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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.
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David Alexander Meadows:
The Backyard tournament has been a blast for me since the day I entered. Gone through opponents big and small but all hard and rough to fight. After my last match I am standing as one of the two contenders for the trophy. This match is held in a pretty built ring in a backyard of the suburbs of Chicago. I only know the name of my opponent as we both were in different Backyard wrestling leagues. He probably doesn't know me either as we are meeting in the final for the first time. Making my way to the place and settling in an arranged private locker room as I wait for the officials to let me know we are ready. Also waiting for Rob Hunter-Kane to arrive to get things going.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
Damn, I've been excited for this final round of the Backyard Championship Tournament. I've already defeated everyone in my league. Admittedly it was close sometimes. But still, I came out as the winner every single time and now it is time to go against the winner from different league. And I CANNOT wait to see who I'm up against tonight. Anyhow, I am prepared. And I just need to find his weak spots and exploit them. My 9 inch cock twitches inside my white briefs, my ripped body is covered in a thin layer of sweat and my balls are edged out. I wanted them to be HEAVY for this match. And while I am lost in my nasty thoughts the announcer suddenly calls me out first.
"LET'S WELCOME TO THE RING FIRST...HE IS THE REIGNING CHAMPION OF DIVISION S, STANDING 6'0 AND WEIGHING IN AT 187 LBS...KNOWN FOR HIS OVERSIZED BULGE, PACKING A 9 INCH DICK....ROOOOOOB HUNTEEEEEER!!!" I have a grin on my face as I step into the ring area. The crowd is pretty huge for a Backyard Tournament but even better. I can feel their hands touching my shoulders and my butt as I strut towards the ring. I jump onto the apron, then one foot onto the bottom rope as I lean to the side and and flex my biceps for the men. But secretly I just want to show off my bulge as I push my hips forward and then jump over the ropes and land with a THUD! I hop on my toes, pecs bouncing, impatient..."BRING HIM OUT!"
David Alexander Meadows:
The announcer takes a deep breath and turns to the entrance. "AAAND HIS OPPONENT...THE REIGNING CHAMPION OF DIVISION M, STANDING AT 6'0 AND BRINGING 208 LBS TO THE SCALES...THE HUMBLE BEAST FROM THE EAST...DAVID MEADOWS!" I step out of the door in my metallic golden-green trunks, walking barefoot towards the ring, pumping my chest as I highfive the fans. My eyes on you, scanning you from head to toe. Jumping on the apron looking around and then back at you. Stepping into the ring between the top and middle rope then leaning my back in the corner.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
I look you up and down as you step out of the backstage area. Damn, that's a STUD! I walk along the ropes up and down, watching you closely as you make your way into the ring, nice and shiny gear, solid muscles. I can't wait to get my hands on that. "Looking good. Curious what you got..." I grin and lean back in my corner as the ref places the belt right beside the ring.
I step into the center of the ring, shaking out my arms and rolling my shoulders. "THIS IS A ONE FALL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!! FALL COUNTS EVERYWHERE AND IT'S DECIDED BY PIN OR SUBMISSION!! THERE IS NO TIME LIMIT!!" I crack my neck from side to side and wait for you in the center, and of course the bell to start this match.
David Alexander Meadows:
I get out of my corner and walk to the center of the ring. On my way I shake out my arms ans flex my legs. Standing in front of you I listen to the rules. And then reach out my right hand to offer a handshake. "Good luck Rob!" I say as I look into your eyes.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
I keep a pokerface as you approach me and we're standing face to face. "Good luck David." I shake your hand and tighten my grip a little, looking straight back into your eyes before I release your hand. DING DING! The bell rings immediately and without hesitation I LUNGE in, throw both of my arms up, trying to pull you into a pec-on-pec lockup.
David Alexander Meadows:
The sound of the bell in my ears makes my blood pressure rise. You lunge out raising your arms up. I shift my legs and turn to my side driving my left shoulder into your chest as I press my feet into the canvas.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
The moment I lunge in you twist your body just enough that your shoulder slams into my pecs...I fold over you a bit, but my arms are up anyway, so I wrap my arms around your shoulders, getting some support by them as I jump up and maneuver my body to the side so I land right behind you. With my arms on your shoulders I try to use the moment of surprise to PUSH you forward into the corner.
David Alexander Meadows:
Your arms wrap around my shoulders feeling them slip as you land behind me and push my back making me stumble forward into the corner. I spread my arms and break the impact by catching the top ropes on the sides while I flex my shoulders and back hard.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
I watch you stumbling forward and you fall into the corner. But you react fast and before you crash against the turnbuckle you lift your arms up and catch yourself...your arms pump up, your lats flare out...and that ass....DAM! I suddenly charge like a wild bull. My bulge bounces around and then I JUMP up, raise my arm and SLAM my elbow across that broad solid back.
David Alexander Meadows:
I hear your feet travelling across the canvas then a sharp pain in my flexed back. My elbows give way and I crush my body into the turnbuckle. My arms placed over the ropes as I breathe in and feel the pain spread down my spine trying to keep my feet on the canvas.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
THUD! The ring shakes a bit as you drop forward against the turnbuckle, your pumped arms hanging over the top rope and that CAKE pushed out. I step up behind you and grind my ripped body against yours, my hard bulge mashed against your thick glutes before I step onto the bottom rope, keeping you trapped in the corner...and then I lift my right arm, wrap it around your head until your face is stuffed in my sweaty pit...."HUNTER IS GOING FOR A CORNERED DRAGON SLEEPER!!" I flex my arm muscles and grind my growing bulge into your lower back..."Take a deep whiff sexy!"
David Alexander Meadows:
I feel your body behind me as I finally find my footing. Getting really cornered by you and also feeling your bulge pressing against my ass and now I feel it on my back. Taking a deep breath in as my face lands in your pit. The scent wakes me up. My arms shoot out and wrap around the back of your neck pulling you over my right shoulder while I take a step back from the corner with you over my right shoulder. Then I slam into the corner right shoulder first.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
Your hot breath is running over my sweaty pit and I hear you moaning. I crank on the sleeper one more time but then your arms come up and wrap around my back. You pull me forward and step back...I lose my balance on the bottom rope as you carry me over your shoulder..."DAVID IS POWERING OUT!!! WHAT A STRENGTH!" I hear the announcer and the next moment you SLAM me forward into the turnbuckle. "Ughhhh..." I grunt and release the Dragon Sleeper, crumbling down in the corner, reach for the ropes to pull myself up before you can capitalize on it.
David Alexander Meadows:
You end up upside down in the corner while I am watching you. Knowing you are fast I swing my knee into your unprotected abs to add a bit more damage to your body. Hoping to keep you down for a bit. Regaining my strength after that blow in my back.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
I moan deep, my shoulder hurts from the impact as I'm crumbled down with my abs exposed. "UGGGHH!" Your knee drives into my ab wall, my bricks try to resist as best as they can but still I curl up in a fetus position..."Ugh...fuck..." I reach for the bottom rope, trying to grab it and pull myself out of the ring before you attack me again.
David Alexander Meadows:
I see you curl up but then you pull on the bottom rope and slide out of the ring. I breathe in deeply watching you get out of the ring. Taking a few steps back "Get in the ring! I am not done with you!" I shout out placing my hands on my killer thighs as I lower myself and wait patiently.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
I can make it in time and I drop out of the ring. I take a few deep breaths and nurse my shoulder as I push myself up on my feet again. You're not following me, so I can recover a bit before I slide back inside the ring, looking to have enough distance from you. I push up on my knees, arms already up in a defensive stance "Maybe I'm also not done with YOU..." I growl and wiggle ma fingers, looking for an opening to attack.
David Alexander Meadows:
You get back into the ring. Standing up and inviting me in for another bout. I slowly start circling you to my left trying to get closer to you my eyes following your moves. As I get closer I do some fake grabs to make an opening. I press into my feet and quickly charge at you. Looking to spear into your abs, but then ducking my body and driving my wrist hard against your left knee.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
You accept my challenge and circle me...a few fake shots, my reflexes are still good and I know I can dodge them but then you suddenly lunge in and spear your shoulder into my abs. "UFFF!" I fold over your back, trying to get off you but then you slam your wrist against my left knee and I drop down onto both knees. "Arrgh!" I yell, trying to push myself away from you.
David Alexander Meadows:
I grab your waist as we move and hoist you up. Hearing your painful yell I stop pushing lifting you up and trying to throw you away. My mind is filled with a bit of rage. Knowing that you are still capable to hit back. I can only make an advantage of the situation if I make your body hurt.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
Before I can get off you you manage to grab my wrist and hoist me up on your shoulder again. You definitely show off your strength and I gotta say I'm impressed as you suddenly THROW me off and I slam down onto the mats..."UGGHHH!"...rolling a bit, the corner is close, and I reach for the middle rope, pulling myself up as I'm getting my feet under me again.
David Alexander Meadows:
You land hard and I wait for the right moment to strike again. You reach for the middle rope and pull yourself up. I walk up behind you and grab a fist full of your hair, pulling your head back so you can see my face. Then I swing my other hand aiming a fist into your chest.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
You're back at me again, stepping up behind me with your hand digging into my thick hair, pulling me back up on my feet again. Your hand is still holding me tight as you pull my head pack and I can see your fist coming in. "UGHHH!" I grunt as you pound it into my flexed chest, the damage is bearable and my left hand grabs the top rope as I throw my elbow back, trying to hit you right in your jaw to stun you and get you off me.
David Alexander Meadows:
My fist hits your chest. The sound of it sounds across the ring. But being to concentrated on this alone I am unaware of your hand and out of nowhere I feel a tingling in my teeth as my jaw gets hit by your elbow. For a split second my view goes dark and after that I feel myself stumbling backwards and sitting on my ass in the corner. I shake my head trying to get focused again.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
My elbow hits perfectly and I can see you're going down...I pull myself to the side and take a few deep breaths...The crowd is going wild and the tension is rising...I look back and you're sitting in the corner. Fuck yes! I stumble a bit at first as I rush into the corner across from you..."OH MY GOD...THE HUNTER IS GOING FOR..." and then I explode forward, jump up, spread my legs and aim a nasty Bronco Buster with my hefty bulge right into your face!
David Alexander Meadows:
Before I am able to get my focus back I hear the crowd going crazy. The canvas gently vibrates under your steps. And then my face gets hit hard as your bulge covers it and presses my head into the turnbuckle. Im stunned in the corner, breathing in your scent again.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
"HE HIT IT!!! DAVID IS GETTING A LOT OF HUNTER'S PACKAGE NOW!!!" The crowd freaks out as I reach up, grab the ropes and start to SLAM my bulge into your face again and again...totally enjoying you huffing my balls..."THAT'S NOT LOOKING GOOD...HUNTER GOT HIM TRAPPED IN THAT BULGE!!" I grin wide and wrap my legs around the turnbuckle and your head, pushing you deeper into my balls.
David Alexander Meadows:
I am unable to move the first time you ride my face with your bulge. Getting short of breath as I try to breathe in between your humiliating play. My chest slowly rising up. The moment you wrap your legs around the turnbuckle and press your bulge into my face. My normally calm mind snaps. I grab you under your pits and shoulders in a clamp and press my thumbs deep into your pits. Knowing it will weaken your grip. My arms are flexing hard to redirect the power into my hands. My chest heaving as I breath in your musk. Getting angrier every second, which you are not able to see.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
I might have been a bit too distracted with smothering you into the corner...let's see how long it will take until you're drunk on my musk. But then you suddenly reach up, your thumbs digging into my nerves! "ARRGGGHHHH!!!" I yell in pain and my body freezes, paralyzing my muscles and my scissor loosens up..."NERVE CLAW BY DAVID!!! HE IS NOT MUSKED YET!!!"
David Alexander Meadows:
Finally your body is loosening the clamp around my head and I am able to breathe fresh air again. I look up and see the suprised expression in your face. I press my knees up behind your back and then slam you backwards onto my knees. My eyes narrowed as I am now searching for a way to make you pay for that humiliation in front of the crowd. The stench of your bulge still in my nose.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
You're easily controlling me as you keep on digging into my nerves. And as I have no balance or hold like this you can easily SLAM my back onto your knees. "ARGGGHH!" I drop to the mats right beside you, reaching back and holding my spine, trying to nurse the pain away. "Fuuuuck!"
David Alexander Meadows:
I grab the top ropes and pull myself up. Looking at you I spend no second to rest. Grabbing your ankles and turning you with your face to the canvas. Then I jump up and slam my ass onto your lower back while placing my feet on your sides, releasing your ankles.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
You're mounting over me again after you pulled yourself up. I am slumped in the corner, squirming a bit but before I can regroup again you grab my ankles and flip me around, face down again...and then I feel your ass drop on my lower back..."Ugh..." I grunt, reach for the bottom rope to pull myself out from under you.
David Alexander Meadows:
I hear the grunt as I land my ass on your back. I got you where I wanted. My feet firmly on the canvas. You try to get away by reaching out for the rope. "Not this time Robbie." I growl out as I hook my arms under your pits and with a loud scream I stand up pulling you with me. My core is tense and my treetrunks of legs holding our weight as i connect my arms over your chest and bend my body into a bridge throwing you over me in a powerfull suplex. Releasing your body as I reach the momentum.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
I feel your weight on top of me and it's impossible to pull myself out...and after all I am pretty weak right now...I need a moment to regroup. But you are already planning your next move, your hands grab under my sweaty armpits, lift me off the mats as you lean back and SLAM my back down onto the canvas...my body flops around until I stop face down. I lost my orientation for a moment and I just start to crawl away from you, not really knowing where you are.
David Alexander Meadows:
I roll over to watch the results of my suplex. I see you on the canvas searching for a way to get away from me. To get your attention I slam my fist into the canvas "Here....I....am!" I shout. Hoping to make you crawl into the corner behind you. Because I have a surprise waiting.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
I'm crawling away from you, hearing you behind me and I'm sure you are there in the corner. My chest is heaving and I gotta take a moment to breath and regroup...I reach the corner, my hand reaches for the bottom rope as I pull myself on my ass, knowing I got to get UP again if I want to win this.
David Alexander Meadows:
You get into the corner my plan works for now. I press into my feet and charge at you. Just before I reach you I jump up a bit swing my left arm out and spin mid air to turn back to you. The "Cake bomb" is armed and it hits your face hard. My ass covering it whole as I slam myself into the corner.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
I shake my head as I arrive at the corner. The ring shakes a little and I look up, seeing you charge at me but it is too late to move. You jump up, your body twists around and the next thing I see is this massive cake comes crashing down straight into my face..."UFFFFFFF!" My head snaps back against the turnbuckle...."LOOKS LIKE PAYBACK TIME FOR ROB!!! THIS MIGHT BE MORE ASS THAN HE CAN HANDLE!!" My legs kicking...I huff your musk and it hits me immediately..."Ughhh...."
David Alexander Meadows:
I feel your warm breath on my asscrack as my huge ass connects with your face. I get back on my feet and look back into the corner. Watching you a bit more groggy than you were a short while ago. "What you need is more cake!" I whisper to you and attempt to grab your left leg and pull you out of the corner, trying to drag you into the center of the ring.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
My eyes are slightly rolling after getting a whiff of your ass. The match made us both sweaty as fuck and it shows in your scent. Smothered against your big cakes I slump against the corner once again...and then you suddenly lift that ass off my face again, I feel your hand grabbing my ankle as you pull me out of the corner to the center of the ring..."Ugh...no....no...." With my dizzy head I slap around me, kicking my free leg, trying to get out of your grip.
David Alexander Meadows:
I can feel you woke up and are trying to get free from my grip on your leg. I turn at you. " Oh yes." I say and swing my right heel into your face to shut you up. Still angered at that humiliating Bronco Buster you did. Making the crowd point at me laughing. You will pay for that dearly.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
I'm fighting and struggling to get out of your strong grip...the crowd is hyped as you're taking control after that brutal Cake Bomb...and as we arrive in the center of the ring you turn towards me and SLAM your heel straight into my face..."UGGGHHH!" My head snaps to the side and my vision is getting dizzy...moaning deep as I am seeing stars...
David Alexander Meadows:
Time for my finisher. It's now or never. I grab both of your ankles and move myself above your head. Kneeling down and trapping your arms under my shins. Then locking your legs under my pits. Your bulge pressing against my chest. I breathe in deep and then sit down. Covering your face with my big ass in my finisher move "The airtight cake mask". Shaking my hips to burry your face deeper into the fabric of my speedo covering my asscheeks.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
My vision is blurry as I feel you grabbing my legs and pull them up...I am too weak to fight much and then you got my legs locked under your pits...I blink my eyes, look up, and all I see is that big ass hovering over my face..."No...no....no....UMPPPFFFFFFF!" I moan as your cake plants down on my face, smothering me in this humiliating position and forcing me to huff your scent. "HUNTER IS TRAPPED UNDER THAT ASS!!! DAVID GOT HIM!!!" I am squirming and moaning into your ass, feeling that I'm getting weaker as you cut off the oxygen for me...
David Alexander Meadows:
I pull your legs tight under my pits. Feeling the outline of your cock rubbing against my pecs. Bulge grows instantly as I feel the tension in that moment. I move my hips forward and back to make sure your face is covered fully. Your resistance gets weaker every second. My face expressing a cold smirk hearing the crowd roaring and cheering us up. "You are done Robbie boy!" I growl out. Your hot breath passing around my thick asscheeks. I know there is not much breath left.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
My muscles start to weaken very fast. Your huge cakes smother me out and choke me in the middle of the ring. I squirm a bit harder, it's the panic that is setting in, especially because usually I am the one choking others with my ass. But you got me rolled up tight, my bulge grinding against your muscle pecs and I am leaking hard, pre is squirting through the fabrics...and then my arms drop to the mats. "HE IS OUT!!!! THE HUNTER COULDN'T TAKE THAT ASS!!!"
David Alexander Meadows:
I see you stopped struggling and gone limp. I smile knowing that I KOed you with one of my deadliest weapons. I raise my ass from your face to make the crowd see your closed eyes as you passed out. I keep you in my hold and grab your white speedo with my hands, stripping it off your ass and leaving your leaking cock covered for now. The crowd explodes as your ass gets exposed. But that is not all they will see. I spit in between your asschheks. "Time to wake up!!" I shout out as I dig my lips and tongue into your asscrack letting my tongue penetrate your hole and lick the rim. Feeling my 8 inches boning up in my speedo.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
Everything is black and I don't even notice that you lift your ass off my face again...my eyes are closed and drool is running out at the corner of my mouth. DING DING DING! The bell ends the match...."AND WINNER BY KNOCKOUT!!! OUR NEW BACKYARD CHAMPION!!! DAVIIIIIIID MEADOOOOOOOOWSSSS!!" I am slowly coming to, I blink my eyes but I am only seeing stars. And then a rush of pleasure is running through my whole body as I feel your tongue on my tiny pucker, licking that smooth muscle ring like a pro. "Hnngh...fu....fuck...." My 9 inch dick is leaking hard, still inside my pouch but stretching the fabrics wide so my cum tanks are already dropping out. "AND DAVID IS ENJOYING HIS PRIZE!!!" I squirm, but still weak and in disbelief I lost...
David Alexander Meadows:
My hands spreading your asscheeks as I get a bit deeper inside. I slide my ass a bit and sit on your chest. Gently moaning as I eat your cake out thoroughly. Waiting for you to start moaning loudly so I know that you are ready to be owned by the new Backyard wrestling champion. My cock slowly pushing out of his imprisonment in my speedo and ready for some action.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
I can feel you spreading my cheeks to bury that wet muscle even deeper inside my asshole. My muscles start to stiffens, sexually stunned and fully focused on that rimjob. "Ughhh...fuuuuuuck...!" I tilt my head back, my back starts arching a little and my cum slit SPITS another wad of pre into my briefs. My hand slaps your ass cheek, once...twice...three times before I let out another deep moan...
David Alexander Meadows:
Those slaps on my asscheek make me stop. Then I hear your moan and know that its time to show the crowd a lesson of human biology. I stand up and make two steps back rolling you backwards over your head and bringing you to all fours as your speedo slips away exposing you in full. I stand behind you. And strip down my golden-green speedo. My hard 8 incher tool pops out, rockhard and ready to make you feel the consequences.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
My muscles are still weakened from that knockout...my tight ass on full display for the crowd and the you pull your face out of my crack again. My hole is winking at you, all tight and lubed by your tongue..."Oh...fuck....no...." I grunt as you roll me back until I end up on all 4 with my ass exposed to you like a buffet...I don't see you stripping down, but I notice the crowds reaction as you pull that phat schlong out. "DAVID IS READY GUYS!!! NOT SO SURE ABOUT HUNTER THOUGH!!"
David Alexander Meadows:
I get down on my knees and slide one hand in between your thighs grabbing your balls tight and massage them well. Then I look around the backyard and nod to the crowd. In that moment I push my hips forward and sink all 8 inches into your tight hole in one hard thrust. My other arm wraps around your waist and I start moving my hips in a half circle motion thrusting my hard cock in and out while increasing the tempo. My body all sweaty my core hard and tense as I take my prize.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
It doesn't take long until I feel your helmet pushing against my pucker...it's so thick, I can already feel it...and then with one hard THRUST you drill that full length into my defeated canal. "UUAAHH FUUUUUUUCKK!!" I throw my head back, my eyes go wide as you enter me raw without any mercy. Your hips gyrating, opening my tiny hole more and more...
David Alexander Meadows:
My hips moving faster and stronger with every thrust. Your walls wrapping tight around my cock, stroking it and forcing it to flood your tight canal with my precum. Well lubed now I slide in and out. My hand squeezing your balls tightly as I want you to cum as I fuck you. Leaning my chest onto you back I lick the back of your neck. "Release your juice Robbie!" I whisper and then quietly moan .
Rob Hunter-Kane:
Your meat is stabbing inside me over and over again, pounding into my fuck nut and making my 9 inch dick squirt pre cum all over the mats. "Ugh...fuck....stop...ugh..." I moan with each thrust as you lean over, hammering deep inside me as you whisper into my ear. "Ugh...fuck...." We both know I can't hold it longer...my balls in your hand are churning hard, wanting to release all that cum inside...and then my 9 inch pole suddenly flexes up and BUSTS a huge load all over the mats, forming a pool of jizz right under me. "DAVID FUCKED THE CUM OUT OF THE HUNTER!!!"
David Alexander Meadows:
The moment I was waiting for came out of nowhere. Your cock released a huge amount of cum on the canvas I felt it right away as your tension dropped. I feel like it's my turn to spread my juices. With a thrust inside I growl and pull out of you as my cock shoots 6 thick ropes of cum all over your ass and back. I grab your hair and pull you up. Inhale your scent and then bite gently into your right shoulder. Leaving a mark."So that everyone knows." I say as I get up and pull you up with me. Pointing at you for the crowd to cheer you on. "You fought exceptionally well Rob." I say as I look at you and the crowd.
Rob Hunter-Kane:
We both busted a massive load...yours got sprayed all over my back, leaving my hole stretched and swollen...The crowd goes wild now that they have their new champ. It's not me, but one hell of a worthy fighter. You pull me up on my knees...my legs are wobbly and I got trouble to stay on my feet. But I pull your arm up and applaud for you. "Well done champ." And then back away into my corner before leaving the ring, giving the new champ his moment...
Published: 11 days ago, viewed 129 times.
Muscleforce
10 days agoLooks like Rob took it in the back door in the backyard. Geez, that’s gotta sting. Awesome match! That Bronco Buster was wicked. Dave was lucky to be able to get up after that humiliating attack. Watching Rob repeatedly slam his bulge in Dave’s face while down in that turnbuckle was brilliant. But Rob being KO’d on ass was a brutal payback and an amazing finisher by Dave. Loved it..!!
Also, Rob’s trip to pound town was a fitting finale. Well done Dave! And some fine sportsmanship from both men at the end. Mad respect for these guys. I appreciate you
Jay Slater-Jones
10 days agoDamn I did not see that coming.
I would have bet on Rob winning this backyard championship but Davis survived the Dragon Sleeper and the Bronco Buster before weakening Rob and finishing him off with one of Robs own ass smothering moves.
Congratulations David but Rob will be back and I would not want to be the next poor person to face him lol
Jay S-J
Freaker
10 days agoA backyard ring, two determined fighters, and absolutely no intention of giving the other man an easy victory! David Alexander Meadows and Rob Hunter-Kane deliver a fierce, closely fought tournament final packed with powerful holds, clever counters, sudden reversals, and plenty of personality. Their chemistry keeps the tension alive from beginning to end, as control repeatedly changes hands and both men are pushed to their limits. Thanks to David Alexander Meadows and Rob Hunter-Kane for publishing this thrilling and wonderfully competitive showdown in The High Table!