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Kirk the Kidback in the gyms wrestling room to take on this hot boy wrestler again.....struting out to the ring high fiving some of the guys....sliding my 5'11" 170lb muscled body into the ring and up to my bare feet....wearing a blue thong for this one....flexing my biceps in the middle of the ring...waiting for Barat to make his appearance....
Boy Wrestle6I step into the wrestling room, the energy already buzzing. Wearing just a red thong and barefoot like always, I make my way to the ring, eyes locked on you as the guys cheer from the sidelines. At 19, standing 5'8" and weighing 150lbs, I slide in smoothly and rise to my feet. I give my neck a quick roll, muscles tensed, and stare you down with a smirk—ready to take you on again. 
Kirk the Kid
pumped up for this one....have had enough of losing to this HOT good looking smaller Indian boy wreslter....shake out my arms...."your going down this time punk".....suddenly lunging into you with the collar and elbow lockup...shoving each other back and forth....grunting at each other...
Boy Wrestle6
We slam into each other in a tight collar and elbow lockup, bodies straining as muscles flex and sweat starts to build. Foreheads grind together, head vs head, both of us gritting our teeth as we push harder, digging our boots into the mat. "Not backing down this time," I growl through clenched teeth, the heat of your breath mixing with mine. We struggle for dominance, shifting side to side, neither willing to give an inch.
Kirk the Kid
man your pretty strong for a smaller guy....holding your own in this collar and elbow lockup....begin to use my height and weight advantage over you as I slowly but surely push you back into the corner....pull my hands off your shoulders...step back and then smack a back hand chop to your pecs......
Boy Wrestle6
AAHHH!" I moan out as your stiff backhand chop lands hard across my pecs, echoing through the ring—my chest burning red from the sting. I wince, body jolting in the corner, gripping the ropes for support. But as you take that proud step back to admire the damage, I snap into action—gritting through the pain and launching a quick, sharp kick straight to your abs! "NGHH! Not so fast!" I shout, using the ropes for momentum as my foot drives into your core, trying to double you over and give me that opening to fight back
Kirk the Kid
blowing on my hand as my SMACK to your pecs echoes around the gyms ring room....even the guys watching grimacce from the power of the blow.....ready to move back in and take advantage of my opening move when your foot slams up into my wide open ripped abs.....air blowing out of my mouth as I double over coughing out......
Boy Wrestle6
Seeing you double over from the gut kick, coughing hard, I know I’ve got just a second to turn this around. I burst out of the corner, wrapping my arm around your head and pulling you into a tight front facelock. "Gotcha now!" I growl, planting my boot and hooking your arm—then with a surge of adrenaline, I swing us both around and drop back hard into the mat—driving you down with a sharp snap DDT! The ring shakes with impact as I roll to one knee, chest heaving, eyeing you sprawled out. “Not so easy when the smaller guy bites back, huh?”
Kirk the Kid
feel your arm wrapping around the back of my neck keeping me doubled over.....hooking my arm....pulling us away from the corner out into the ring....the sudden swing of our bodies as you drop your back to the canvas drilling the top of my head into the canvas with your ddt as I fall to my back....head spinning.....STUNNED.....smart talking me already as I lift my head slightly to give it a shake to try and get my senses back....guys impressed with your move......
Boy Wrestle6
As you lay there, head spinning from the DDT, I take a moment to bask in the crowd's roar. But I'm not about to let you off that easy. I see you lifting your head, trying to shake off the effects. "Not so fast, punk!" I shout, pacing quickly over to your fallen form. With a swift motion, I deliver a vicious, lightning-fast kick right into your abs, knocking the air out of your lungs again, just when you thought you were getting your bearings. "Stay down," I sneer, taking a step back, watching as you writhe in pain. The crowd's anticipation is building
Kirk the Kid
still trying to get my bearings after that brutal ddt.....running your mouth off as the guys eat it up while I give my head another shake...sweat already shaking off my thick curly blonde hair....OOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH feel that foot STOMP down into my wide open abs....body jacknifes on the canvas....more air blowing out of my mouth.....roll up to my knees...my one arm under me over my sore abs....begin to crawl for the ropes....reaching my other hand out to grab onto the middle rope.....
Boy Wrestle6
As you stagger to your knees, clutching your sore abs, I spot my chance. I rush forward and drive a kick into your back, sending a shockwave through your spine. Another kick lands across your ass, just for good measure, and you lurch forward, struggling to keep balance. I grab a fistful of your thick, curly blonde hair, yanking you back hard. "Where do you think you're going?" I sneer as I pull you away from the ropes, yanking you back to the center of the ring, your body crashing down to the canvas with a thud. The crowd's reaction builds as they watch the struggle unfold.
Kirk the Kid
arrrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh feel the kick to my back as my hand reaching for the middle rope comes back to rub my back now....then the kick to my bare buns sending me face first into the canvas....damm your quick....not wasting any time as you grab my hair as you pull my head up and back....smart talking me again....pulling me back from the ropes....letting go of my hair as my thong humps the canvas under me and my bare gluts jiggle up....the guys loving you work over the bigger wrestler.....roll over to my back as you take in the cheers of the crowd....reach out...grab your ankles....jerk them toward me....sending you to your back on the canvas......struggle up to my feet dropping your one leg and begin to slam my foot into the back of your thigh on the leg I'm holding up.....
Boy Wrestle6
“Ughhh!!” I groan out as you yank my legs out from under me—crowd gasping as my back hits the mat hard. Just as I try to scramble up, you slam your boot down into the back of my thigh, sending a shock of pain up my leg. “AHHH damn it!” I yell, gripping my thigh as my leg jerks in response, the muscles tightening from the impact. I grit my teeth, trying to crawl back or maybe twist to break your grip, my face contorted in pain as I feel the burn building with each stomp.
Kirk the Kid
see you trying to crawl away as I lay my foot into the back of your thigh...."where do you think your going?"....echoing your earlier smart talk to me as I hold onto that leg...step over it flipping you over onto your stomach now as I sit my ass down on your back....pulling your foot up under my armpit....leaning back to lock you into a one legged boston crab now....
Boy Wrestle6
"AAAGHH!" I cry out as you lock in the one-legged Boston Crab, pain shooting through my thigh and back. I reach out, fingers desperate for the ropes—so close—but you yank me back to the center, crushing my hope. Face down, sweat dripping, I grit my teeth and twist hard—then BAM! I shoot my free leg up and nail your ribs with a solid kick! "NGHH! Get off me!" I shout, trying to knock you off and break free.
Kirk the Kid
digging my fist into your sore thigh muscle as I work the crab on you....pulling you back to the middle of the ring to work some more on that trapped leg....arrrrrrrrrgggggggggg suddenly feel the sharp blow of your foot into my ribcage....grunting out as I drop your leg....getting to my feet....my hands down rubbing my sore rib cage as I lean against the ropes....
Boy Wrestle6
I groan, clutching my thigh as I slowly push myself up from the mat, breathing heavy, the pain still radiating from your crab. I spot you leaning against the ropes, hands rubbing your ribs, vulnerable. With a surge of grit, I push through the ache, storming toward you—smashing a sharp kick into your lower back! You jolt forward, and I wrap my arms tight around your waist from behind. With a grunt of effort, I lift you up and arch back—driving you hard into the mat with a clean, powerful back suplex! The ring shakes on impact as I lie beside you, both of us winded but still burning to continue.
Kirk the Kid
arrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhh feel the blow to my back as I stumble forward away from the ropes....your arms suddenly locking around my waist....locking your clenched fists into my abs....feel the bulge in your thong rubbing into my ass.....damm your strong....hoisting me up off my feet...thrusting me back over you as you fall to your back slamming the back of my head and shoulders into the canvas with your back suplex.....my body flopping over face down on the canvas....my hands back rubbing the back of my head and sore shoulders....guys cheering your move......
Boy Wrestle6
As I hit the canvas with a thud, the crowd roars, but I can feel the sting of the suplex rattling through my body. My hands instinctively reach for the back of my head and sore shoulders, but I quickly shake off the pain, determined to fight back. I rise to my feet, still feeling the throbbing in my neck, and I throw you a sly grin. "You’re not gonna keep me down that easily..." I charge forward again, using the momentum to jump up and deliver a quick knee strike right to your gut, trying to take the wind out of you. "Let’s see if you can handle this next!" I growl, eyes burning with determination.
Kirk the Kid
dazed again by the suplex move.....again trying to get my senses back as you suddenly drive your knee down into my wide open abs....body jacknifes....air blowking out of my mouth again....abs taking another beating as I gasp out for air....suddenly rolling out under the bottom rope....out to the floor of the gym....slowly getting back up to my feet...abs heaving and sweating....head pounding...shoulders sore...giving my head another good shake with more sweat shaking off my hair again....
Boy Wrestle6
Seeing you stumble and retreat under the bottom rope, I follow with measured steps, circling around to your side—not facing you—then suddenly snap a brutal back kick straight into your bulge, catching you off guard. As you double over from the blow, I move in close behind, snaking my arms around your neck into a tight headlock. With a grunt and a bend of my knees, I hoist you up and over— slamming you down hard with a front suplex that rattles the gym floor. Your body sprawls out as I rise, chest heaving, eyes locked on you with ruthless focus.
Kirk the Kid
working the kinks out not noticing you quickly following me out to the floor.....suddenly your in front of me.....ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH howl out from the back kick into my bulge.....my hands going down to massage my battered bulge as I double over....guys cheering your move....locked into a tight frontal headlock now.....lifting me up off the floor and SLAMMING me down face first into the floor....smashing my pecs...abs....thong into the floor....my body twitching face down on the floor....winded.....my bare now sweaty buns shaking up.....
Boy Wrestle6
I smirk as I see you crumble from that brutal back kick, the crowd roaring in approval. Slipping you into that tight frontal headlock, I feel your body tense before I hoist you up and SLAM you face-first into the floor with a thunderous crash! Your sweaty buns quiver as you twitch, winded and dazed. I circle you like a predator, soaking in the cheers, then drop to one knee beside you, grabbing a fistful of your hair to yank your head up. "Had enough yet, or you want more?" I growl
Kirk the Kid
my battered body laying face down on the floor.....listening to the roar of the crowd for you when you grab my sweaty hair and jerk my head up off the floor as you kneel beside me asking if I've had enough or want more....glarring up at you....."your not going to keep me down this easily punk".....remembering that brutal kick of yours into my bulge I suddenly thrust my arm up between your legs draing it up into your thong covered nuts...."payback's a bitch isn't it"...growling out at you as the crowd suddenly becomes silent gasping out in surprise at the Kid's return low blow to the boy's balls.....
Boy Wrestle6
Your low blow catches me completely off guard — I double over with a loud grunt, the crowd’s gasp echoing in my ears as the pain shoots through my core. My grip on your hair loosens and I slump forward, one hand clutching myself, the other hitting the mat. Breathing heavily, face twisted in agony, I try to crawl back, but you’re already surging to your feet, fueled by adrenaline and payback. I raise my eyes with a mix of pain and grudging respect, gritting out, “Alright, Kid… you’ve still got fight in you…”
Kirk the Kid
"and your about to find out just how much fight I got left in me Barat"......picking myself up off the floor....giving my head a good shake.,...back in this as you lay on the floor nursing your nuts...reach down...grab your hair....pull you up off the floor and across my shoulders in a torture rack.....the guys cheering now turns to booing as I grin at them spinning your body on my shoulders and throwing you off them slamming your back down on the ring apron......
Boy Wrestle6
As you hoist me up across your shoulders into that brutal torture rack, a strained groan escapes my lips — “Ahhhhnn…” My body twists in pain as your grip digs into my sides, back arching under the pressure. The crowd’s boos fade into the pounding in my head as you spin, showing off before suddenly launching me off your shoulders. “Ghhhhh—!” I gasp, the air knocked out of me as my back slams hard onto the edge of the ring apron. The impact jolts through my spine — and with the force and shock, an uncontrollable puff of air escapes me. Embarrassment flashes across my face for a second, but pain quickly takes over. I roll off the edge, clutching my lower back, gasping and grimacing.
Kirk the Kid
"time to get you back into the ring and complete my comeback first win over you after having lost my first two to you pretty boy".....reaching down to grab your hair and the back of your thong....pull you up off the floor and toss you back into the ring under the bottom rope.....
Boy Wrestle6
I groan as your fingers dig into my hair and the back of my thong, my body still aching from the last slam. You yank me up roughly, your words burning in my ears — “first win over you,” huh? Let’s see about that. As you toss me under the bottom rope, I slide back into the ring, rolling to one knee. Breathing heavy, sweat dripping, I glance back over my shoulder with a defiant smirk. “You better make it count…” I rise slowly, shaking off the pain, body tense, eyes locked on you, ready for whatever comeback you’ve got planned.
Kirk the Kid
slide back into the ring under the bottom rope and up to my feet facing you as you've pulled yourself up off the canvas with that defiant mood of yours coming out again...."oh I intend to make it count punk"...reach out to grab your one arm....whip you across the ring slamming your back into the corner turnbuckle.....guys gasping out as they watch the Kid begin to control the action again.....
Boy Wrestle6
“Ughhh!” I groan as my back slams hard into the turnbuckle, the ring rattling from the impact. The sharp sting shoots up my spine, my arms draped over the top ropes as I gasp for air. The crowd erupts in a mix of surprise and excitement — “The Kid’s taking control!” But I’m not done yet. As you charge in, riding the momentum, I grit my teeth and twist my body just in time — slipping out of the corner at the last second. You crash chest-first into the turnbuckle with a loud thud. The moment you stumble back, dazed, I spin around and lock your waist from behind — using your own charge against you — and snap you down with a quick surprise German suplex. Breathing hard, sweat dripping, I growl under my breath, “You’re gonna have to do better than that, Kid…”
Kirk the Kid
ready to finish this hot boy off as I charge toward you in the corner....going up in the air looking to land my body splash on you when your roll out of the way and my pecs...abs and thong slam into the turnbuckle instead of you.....winded...air blowing out of my mouth...slumped over the top turnbuckle....being peeled off it as you wrap your arms around my waist....your sweaty pecs and abs pressing into my sweaty back....your thong covered bulge rubbing against my bare sweaty buns....snapped up and over you with another well applied suplex as once again the back of my head and shoulders slam into the canvas hard.....DAZED....head spinning....shouders burning....crowd back to cheering your comeback move now....
Boy Wrestle6
The crowd roars back to life the moment I hit that suplex, the ring shaking beneath us. I breathe hard, sweat dripping down my face as I rise over your dazed body. You lie there, chest heaving, eyes blinking up in a daze, trying to register the comeback. With the adrenaline pumping, I let out a shout and leap into the air — my leg shooting forward — smashing a sharp kick into your chest with my forearm bracing the strike. The sound of the impact echoes across the arena as you’re rocked back flat onto the mat. Wasting no time, I drop down, grabbing your right leg and hooking it high under my arm as I press my chest over yours for the pin. The crowd is on its feet — some screaming, some counting with me: “ONE!” “TWO!” ...I tighten my grip, locking you down, waiting for that third slap on the mat…
Kirk the Kid
back of your thigh slamming down into my thick sweaty pecs mounds as my body jacknifes on the canvas with more air blowing out of my mouth and now my pecs slore from that leg drop....you quickly press your pecs down on mine...hook my leg up and back putting my bare glutes on display for the crowd as they whistle out as you slap the canvas yeling out the ONE....TWO....count....can't lose to this prick again...lift my one shoulder up off the canvas to bring the count....."you'll have to do better than that to beat me punk"...gasping out at you.....
Boy Wrestle6
I smirk, catching my breath, sweat dripping off my face onto your chest. “Oh, don’t worry, Will… I’ve got plenty more to give.” I yank your wrist hard, dragging your dazed, sweat-slick body up from the mat. You stumble slightly, chest heaving, trying to catch your breath — but I don’t give you the chance. Still holding your arm, I whip you hard toward the ropes. You bounce off and come charging back at me — right into my waiting arms. In one smooth motion, I twist and lift, spinning you up and around before slamming you down hard with a perfectly timed spinebuster that rocks the ring. The crowd erupts again, the echo of your body crashing against the canvas still hanging in the air. I kneel beside you for a second, breathing heavy, staring down into your face. “This one’s for every match you ran your mouth,” I growl before rising, signaling to the crowd that this might be the end.
Kirk the Kid
jerked up off the canvas by my arm as I slump against you...still reeling from that suplex.....whipped into the ropes as my back hits them stretching them out and then snapping back to thrust me forward back toward you as you wrap your arms around my waist and in one smooth motion hoist me up and over slamming my back down hard this time into the canvas with your spine breaker....ring shaking from the impact.....back on fire.....more smart talk from you as you stand over me dripping sweat....letting the guys know your going to try to end this hard fought 3rd match between us....even with the pain my body is feeling right now I know I cant let that happen if possible....can't lose to this good looking wrestling rival again......roll over grimacing out in pain as I begin to crawl for the ropes....reaching my one hand out as my fingers flex trying to grab onto it....
Boy Wrestle6
As your fingers graze the rope, I’m quick to close the gap, my bare feet slapping the canvas. I swing my arm, landing a sharp punch to your face, snapping your head back. The crowd gasps, but I’m not done. I grab your right hand with my left, yanking you up, then slide my right arm under your ass, hooking you tight. With a grunt, I hoist you overhead, letting the crowd soak in the moment. Your blue thong gleams under the lights, but I’m focused—time to end this third match. With a roar, I slam you down hard onto the canvas, the ring shaking from the impact. I stand over you, sweat dripping, smirking.* "Stay down, kid!" *I flex, eyes locked on you, daring you to get up.
Kirk the Kid
head snaps to the side with your blow to my face...stunning me....jerked up off the canvas by my arm.....back still on fire from the spine buster move....feel your hand grabbing my bar sweaty ass cheeks....your bicep pressing against my wet bulge in my thong....your other arm over my shoulder as you scoop me up and NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO pound my back down into the canvas with a body slam this time that again has the ring shaking from the impact....my back being destroyed....spasming as you tell me to stay now while you flex over top of me.....crowd eating it up.....roll over again....begin another crawl for the ropes....this time slower with my one hand reaching back to rub my throbbing sweaty back...grunting out in agony.....
Boy Wrestle6
Your body’s wrecked, crawling slow, one hand clutching your battered back as you grunt in pain. The crowd’s roaring, feeding off your struggle, but I’m not letting you slip away again. I step over you, grabbing your sweaty frame and flipping you face-down onto the canvas with a rough tug. My bare feet plant firmly on either side of you, and I drop down, straddling your lower back. My hands snake under your chin, fingers locking tight as I yank your head back, arching your spine in a brutal Camel Clutch. Your thong-clad ass flexes under the strain, sweat dripping from us both as I lean back, cranking the pressure. "No ropes for you, kid—got you trapped!" I growl, biceps bulging.....
Kirk the Kid
don't get very far this time as you drop your sweaty ass down on top of mine....crushing my thong covered bulge into the canvas under me....lifting my arms up over your knees....cupping my chin and arching my head up and back as you lock me into your tight painful camel clutch.....the guys can see the pain etched on my face as my back urns and spasms are you arch it painfully.....hear you smart talking me again....know I won't get to the ropes and you do have me trapped....not sure how long I can take this pain as it surges up my spine....my toes pounding into the canvas behind us.....my hope of breaking your win streak over me fading as you lay it on me and the guys encourage you....
Boy Wrestle6
I yank your chin back harder, feeling your body twist under mine, that thong offering no protection as I grind you down into the mat. The roar of the crowd fuels me, their chants echoing off the walls as I smirk above you. "Thought you had a chance tonight, huh?" I growl, bending you deeper in the clutch, my arms locking tighter under yours. "But here you are, screaming into the mat while I make an example out of you—again." I shift slightly, dropping more of my weight onto your lower back, forcing another grunt from your lips. Your legs kick uselessly behind us. I lean in closer, my breath brushing your ear. "Tap now... or I’ll make this streak a damn legend.” The guys at ringside are eating it up, shouting for me to finish it. I just keep cranking the pressure, feeling your body tremble as your resistance fades—just like your chances tonight.
Kirk the Kid
torturing me in this damm clutch of yours......jerking my head back more......arching my back even more as you grind my thong into the canvas under me.....taunting me.....growling out as you work the clutch feeling the pain increasing to my arched back...shifting your weight just enough to add even more pain to my spine talking about making an example out of me again.....I can't this is happening again.....ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH another loud howl of pain as you tell me tap out...warning me of further extending your streak if I don't......the guys at ringside pounding their hands on the ring apron encouraging you.....your hot breathe blowing into my ear.....trapped in the middle of the ring....the pain level rising......can't take much more....."this the best you can do you little Indian pussy"....gasping back at in AGONY.......
Boy Wrestle6
I snarl with dominance, locking the full nelson in even tighter, jerking your head back as I plant my hips down harder into your lower back. Your thong grinds deeper into the canvas beneath you as your body arches in a perfect display of agony and submission. Your scream echoes through the arena—music to my ears.
“Oh, I’m just getting started,” I whisper darkly, my hot breath thick against your ear. “You should’ve tapped when you had the chance.” I shift my weight again, pushing your spine into a sharper bend, knees digging in cruelly just above your cheeks, your body stretched like a trophy for everyone to see. The guys at ringside slam the mat louder, chanting, taunting, cheering.
I wrench your head back farther, forcing your neck to strain. “C’mon, scream for me. Let everyone hear what it sounds like when a little showoff gets broken in front of a crowd.” Your body trembles under me. I feel it—the fight slipping, the humiliation setting in. I growl again, louder now. “You gonna tap, or do I make you beg first?” 
Kirk the Kid
OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG adding a full nelson now to your camel clutch arching my back even more....arching my pecs up and out dripping sweat off them....grinding your ass into my lower back and crushing my cock into the canvas under me....howling out as the pain builds even more.....whispering in my ear....telling me your just getting started.....the guys at ringside going crazy as they see the tortured look on my face...hear my painful howls.....wrenching my head back....feeling the stretch to the back of my neck.....
locked up tightly in this nelson clutch combo....no where to go....pain building....almost to the point of passing out from the pain now....."MY BACK BITCH....MY NECK ASSHOLE.....LET ME GO......NO WAY AM I BEGGING YOU FOR ANYTHING"...my last desperate shouts of agony hoping they might let you let go of me but all hope fading fast of breaking your win streak over me now.....
Boy Wrestle6
I hear your cries, raw and broken, echoing through the arena—music to my ears. My grin widens as I crank the full nelson tighter, bending your body into an unnatural arch in the camel clutch. Your pecs shine under the lights, rising high with every strained breath. I grind my hips deeper into your lower back, forcing your cock harder into the mat, crushing it beneath your own weight and my dominance. “You’re not begging yet?” I growl low into your ear, hot breath washing over your cheek. “Then we’re not done yet.”
The guys at ringside are losing it, slamming the mat and chanting louder. I plant my knees wide, driving your ribs upward as I lean back even more, putting savage pressure on your neck, shoulders, and spine. You shake, your voice cracking with the last of your defiance. "Say it again," I hiss. "Tell me how much it hurts." I wrench back one more brutal time, the veins in my arms popping, your body trembling on the brink—humiliation, exhaustion, and pain all wrapped up in one perfect masterpiece of control.
Kirk the Kid
didn't think it was possible for you to add MORE pain to this nelson clutch combo but you DO......you lean back some more....my arched back spasming in pain....back of my neck throbbing in pain....my arms locked up tightly in your nelson....my cock crushed under me.....my resistance BROKEN....."STOPPPPPPPPPPP NOOOOOOOOOO MORE MAN.....NOOOOOOOOOOOO MORE.....YOU WIN....I GIVE.....I GIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" shouting out at you loudly....
Boy Wrestle6
I feel the heat of your surrender pulse through the arena as your voice cracks in defeat. A smirk crosses my face, as I slowly release the nelson, letting your body collapse to the mat beneath me. The crowd erupts into a frenzy, chanting my name, the sound overwhelming in its intensity. I stand tall over you, chest heaving, sweat dripping from my body, victorious again. “You know what they say, Kirk,” I say, my voice low and dripping with confidence. “Three in a row. I’m on a streak they’ll never forget.” I flex for the crowd, the lights catching the glisten of my body, while you lay there, breathless and broken, unable to respond. The referees raise my hand in victory once again, and I hear the roar of approval from the fans. This is my arena. My domain. Three matches. Three victories. No losses. With that, I stand tall, savoring the moment of being untouchable.
Kirk the Kid
FINALLY letting me go as I fall face first into the canvas....my body spasming in pain as my hands come back to rub my sore back and the back of my sore neck....grimacing out even to just touch them as I grovel on the canvas while you stand over me...arm raised in victory again.....the guys loving it....shouting out your name BARAT.....BARAT....BARAT......impressed that you have out wrestled the Kid in your first three matches against him....undefeated against him....the toast of the gym when it comes to these guys as I continue to try ease the pain inflickted on me in this match with you....."you've won your last match against me Barat...the next time we meet your going down...count on it"...gasping up at you weakly as I slowly begin to crawl towards the ropes....every movement causing my battered sweaty body more pain.....
Boy Wrestle6
I stand tall over you, chest rising and falling, sweat pouring down my body as I soak in the roaring chants—**“BARAT! BARAT! BARAT!”**—the crowd feeding off the intensity of the war we just waged. My arm held high by the ref, my eyes never leave you as you writhe on the mat, reaching for the ropes like a fallen warrior clinging to pride. I crouch down beside you, just close enough for only you to hear me over the chaos. "You gave me hell, Kid. But you still can’t break me," I whisper, my voice low and steady. "Three times now… and still standing tall." I smirk, seeing your fire hasn't died even in defeat. "I respect that fight in you. But the next time we meet, you better bring more than just talk—because I’m not slowing down." Then, rising to my feet, I look out over the crowd once more, flexing one last time as the lights hit just right, casting a gleam across my battered, victorious frame. The moment is mine—but your threat lingers, and I know it won’t be our last battle.
Published: 2025-05-12, viewed 175 times.
Jay Slater-Jones
2025-05-12 20:19Always good to see Kirk get beaten and this was a classic and a pleasure to witness.
Thanks for sharing, guys.
Jay S-J
Apollo Dante
2025-05-13 00:19(In reply to this)
You better be careful Jay I am sure Kirk has read these and previous comments about his losses and I am sure he will be looking out for you. But you are right The Kid did suffer a beating..and I have to say few opponents manage 3 wins in a row against this experienced Canuck. But this stud Boy Wrestle6 is an impressive recent addition on here ..kudos for these BIG wins and explosive finishes stud! Great action from you both.. and a HOT read!