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D vs D
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D vs D
It's been a while since Devil Fighter got in a tangle with Cole Dexter. Last time they did fight, Devil felt what it was like to be on the receiving end of a defeat by a Dexter.
This time tho he wants revenge. Cole on the other hand has no intention of just rolling over for Devil, so what ensues is a well fought back and forth battle. With the match only coming to close when one opponent is knocked out, but only after having his head piledriven into the steel stairs. If that's wasn't bad enough, the defeated opponent is when brutally fucked in the center of the ring in front of both of their respective fans, before being left, beaten, and bred for all to see and taunt.
Starring
Devil Fighter
Cole Dexter
Devil Fighter
It’s been a long time since I fought Cole Dexter, back when he beat and humiliated me. By chance, I spotted an upcoming event at a gay bar where the goal is to defeat your opponent in the ring, then humiliate, dominate, and fuck him right in front of the crowd. Since Cole Dexter was on the roster of potential opponents, I decided to challenge him, and he accepted. I’m backstage now, getting ready for the fight. I’m down to just my black fight shorts when my name is called over the loudspeakers, signaling me to enter the ring. I step through the curtain and see that the bar is packed, it’s a sell-out crowd. I had let some friends know about the fight, and they showed up too. I walk to the ring, roll inside, stand up, and shake the referee’s hand. Standing 6'4" and weighing 238 lbs, I stretch my muscles and pose for the audience while I wait for my opponent.
Cole Dexter
It feels like only yesterday I fought, defeated, and, best of all, fucked Devil Fighter, but in reality it’s been too long for me to even remember how long ago it was. So when I receive a message from the bar manager about being challenged to a fight by a guy called “Devil Fighter," I, without asking any questions or wasting any time, reply back with a big fat "YES."
That message was 4 days ago; as of now, I’m standing just behind the stage checking you out in the ring. The first impression is that you’ve gotten a lot more muscled since last time, but to say I’m nervous would be a lie. Instead I’m super fucking excited, excited to take you on, and best of all, excited to fuck you in front of the entire assembled crowd. No more time to think about that, though, because it’s time for my entrance.
"AND HIS OPPONENT, STANDING AT 6 FT, WEIGHING IN AT 185 LBS OF PURE MUSCLE, COLE DEXTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR." The lights in the arena dim to a deep red color, and a fog machine fires up, shrouding the stage in a thick layer of fog before, out of the shadows, I emerge with the deafening sounds of my entrance music bursting through the surround-sound system speakers. Wearing a shiny black leather jacket, flame shorts, and black boots, I make my way to the ring, high-fiving a couple of people whom I deem worthy enough to even touch my hand. Now with the ring directly in front of me, I slide under the bottommost rope and get up to my feet only to remove my leather jacket, exposing my shredded, powerful upper body to the cheering crowd. In one final act of showing off, I walk to the corner of the ring, climb up onto the topmost rope, flex my biceps, and then show off my athleticism by back-flipping off the ropes and landing firmly on my feet in the center of the ring. After turning around to give you a cocky wink, I then take to my corner, where the ref performs a quick safety check on me.
Devil Fighter
Suddenly, everything goes quiet and dark. Then your entrance music kicks in as the bar fills with fog illuminated by red light. You savor your entrance, making your way to the ring with a smug, confident air and high-fiving a few fans along the way. You roll into the ring and spring to your feet instantly, stripping off your black leather jacket to reveal a muscular, well-toned physique, not an ounce of fat in sight. Clearly loving the spotlight, you climb the top rope and launch yourself into a backflip, landing right in the center of the ring. You stick the landing, spread your arms wide, and bask in the crowd's adulation like a true showman. Clad in flame-patterned shorts and black boots, you head to your corner and let the referee pat you down. He searches for illegal objects but finds nothing. I watch you the entire time, then point my finger at you and say, "I hope you're as good in the fight as you are at making an entrance, you punk!"
Cole Dexter
Just as you watch me, I too watch you dead in the eyes, my gaze almost trying to burn a hole in your skull. Before I can, the ref finishes his safety check and invites both you and me to the middle of the ring to explain the rules and the match. Slowly I approach you, stopping just a few feet in front of you, my eyes once again firmly locked on yours. “Gentlemen, I want a friendly fight; the winner is by pin, submission, or knockout. The winner also gets humiliation rights; is that understood?” I don’t answer in words, but I just simply nod my head very slowly, deep down myself having almost no intention of keeping this friendly in any way. My only desire tonight is defeating and fucking you.
Devil Fighter
The referee calls us both to the center of the ring to go over the rules one last time. We both know what is at stake in this fight, and I stare down into your eyes, since I am a bit taller than you. I study your muscular physique. Beads of sweat have formed during your warm-up and are now glistening in the glare of the spotlights. After the referee reiterating the rules, the referee sends us both back to our corners. I am burning for the fight to finally begin, hoping to settle the score for what you have done to me, and I wait for the bell to ring and kick off the match.
Cole Dexter
With both you and I back in our corners, the ref signals for the bell to be rung, sending the audience to their feet, cheering with a deafening sound. Approximately half on your side, hoping you’ll be emerging victorious, while the other half hope for me to be victorious. With the sound of the dinging bell still echoing in my ear drums, I approach you in the center of the ring and begin circling you, looking you up and down to try and find a hole in your defense. “It’s not too late for you to just give up now, I promise I won’t fuck you too hard if you do," I say. Expecting you to say no, I stretch my left arm up, wriggling my fingers to challenge you to a test of strength.
Devil Fighter
The bell has rung, and we both step out of our corners amidst the loud cheers of the crowd. We circle each other like two hungry lions closing in on their prey. You tell me I could still give up, promising not to go too hard on me if I do. Your arrogance and haughtiness make my blood boil. You raise your left arm to challenge me to a test of strength. I accept your offer, figuring I have the advantage since I’m considerably taller than you, and raise my right arm. Our fingers interlock, and I then raise my left arm as well so we can join hands.
Cole Dexter
Slowly and cautiously I interlock my fingers with yours, tightly gripping and squeezing your hand as I do. As you start to raise your other hand, I too raise mine to interlock those fingers. Just as our respective left and right hands meet, I try to surprise you with a surprise right knee aimed squarely at your mid-abdomen region.
Devil Fighter
You accept my offer, and now our left and right hands are locked together. We are each trying to gain the upper hand when you suddenly pull up your right knee to ram it into my abs. The blow was hard, and I hadn't properly tensed my stomach muscles, so my head ends up resting on your shoulder while we’re still holding on tight with both hands.
Cole Dexter
With you now doubled over with your head resting on my shoulders, I decide to further my attack on your abs by shooting another knee (again my right knee) into your abs once again, only to quickly follow it up with a quick, fast left kick aimed at your right knee. All while I try and pull my hand free from your grip.
Devil Fighter
Our hands are still locked together when you follow up with another kick, this time with your right knee, to my midsection. Then comes a kick to my right knee, forcing me to let go of your hands and collapse onto my right knee in front of you. The spectators are thrilled by your performance and are cheering you on loudly.
Cole Dexter
Evilly I smile as you drop to one knee, quickly followed by the loud cheering from my fans, mixed with the booing and encouragement from yours. “Here I thought you might actually be a challenge; how was I mistaken? " I say arrogantly to you, taunting you. Humiliatingly, I grab the back of your hair and force your face firmly into my growing bulge to grind my hard, musk-scented tent on and over your face, earning even more cheers from my fans and angering your fans even more.
Devil Fighter
You immediately grab the back of my head and taunt me, claiming I’m no serious opponent for you. You press my face against your bulge, forcing me to breathe in its musky scent. Your fans are thrilled by the sight and keep cheering you on, while mine boo you. Summoning all my strength, I pull my head back and then slam it with full force into your unprotected bulge.
Cole Dexter
Every second I grind your face on my bulge my cock grows, till its at its full 9inch rock solid state, I even start to consider removing them to start skull fucking you with it. However, that thought quickly disappears from my mind and is replaced by agony from you brutally punching and crushing my balls. “ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRR” I yell out loud, as pain surges through my groin area and into the rest of my body. My hand lets go of your hair, and I stumble backwards, holding my bulge, trying to gently massage it to somehow help the exploding surges of pain. Having now stumbled back a few steps I finally lose my footing and fall onto my ass in the corner of the ring, all I can hear is ringing, with the loud cheers and boos from yours and my fans, and all I can see is just a blur.
Devil Fighter
I watch you reel back from my cheap shot and finally end up in the opposite corner, slowly sliding down until you’re sitting on the mat, your back against the turnbuckle. Now your fans are booing me while mine cheer enthusiastically. I see that my underhanded attack has inflicted even more damage than I could have hoped for. Capitalizing on this, I rush toward you and hook my legs over the middle and top ropes to the outside. Holding onto your shoulders with my left hand, I repeatedly hammer my right fist into your skull.
Cole Dexter
My vision is so blurred, making me see multiple of everything that I can’t make out, which one is you? My hearing is also just as bad; all I can hear is ringing and the loud cheers and boos from the crowd around us. That ringing does, however, slightly decrease when you grab my shoulder and start pounding away at my head with your right fists. The ear ringing is simply replaced by worsening vision and pain; at least it helps distract from the throbbing pain in my balls. Currently being too weak to block your fists or fire my own fists back at you, I simply extend my hands out to you and, using everything I have, try and shove you back and away from me.
Devil Fighter
I’m half-sitting on top of you, holding onto your shoulder with one hand while repeatedly striking your head with my free fist. You can barely defend yourself at the moment, and just as I wind up to hit you on the head again, you use your hands to shove me away. Caught off guard, I tumble off you and land on my back, then rock back and forth to spring to my feet with a somersault, looking down at you. "Come on, get up. I’m nowhere near finished with you yet!"
Cole Dexter
All I can do in the response to your request is angrily growl at you. Digging deep, and with the assistance of the ropes, I start to climb up off the ground and onto my wobbly feet. My balls continue to hurt, and a huge headache occupies the entirety of my head, but unless I want to get fucked by you, I’ve got to fight through it. Almost on my feet, I take a big gulp of air and run at you, going low to slam my shoulder into your abs in the hope of taking you off your feet and down to the canvas.
Devil Fighter
I’m pleased to see you fighting to get back on your feet. It’s clear you aren’t happy with how the match is going right now. I don’t know where you find the strength, but you charge at me, duck down just before reaching me, and then ram your shoulder into my abs. Luckily, I’m close enough to the ropes that I’m simply driven back against them. I take a deep breath to catch my wind and clench my fists, ready to slam them down onto your back.
Cole Dexter
Much to my dissatisfaction I don’t take you down but rather just knock you into one of the corners of the ring, only to take your two brutal fists slamming hard into my exposed back, knocking me to one knee in front of you. Fighting pain all over my body and desperate to get some payback for your low blow, I ball my right fist and shoot it as hard and fast as I can at your exposed bulge, resting just in front of my face.
Devil Fighter
My axe-handle blow with my fists to your back forces you to your knees, and I consider what to do with you next. But you react faster, clenching your right fist and slamming it into my unprotected balls. Tears spring to my eyes as I slump onto you, draping myself over your shoulder while trying to suppress the pain.
Cole Dexter
I twist my fist and hold it against your balls for several seconds before fully retracting it, leaving in its wake the same feeling of pain you did with mine. Now with two free arms, I shove you off me and into the corner of the ring situated just behind you. I then grab your arms and throw them over the topmost rope before baling both of my fists and locking them onto their new target, your delicious abs. “Your new nickname is 'personal punching bag.'" I say, before I start firing fists at your abs, pounding and carving them for every fist, desperate to try and break them down.
Devil Fighter
You take advantage of the way I’m slumped over your shoulder and clench your fist, pressing it into my balls for a few seconds, causing me even more pain. You stand up, hauling me up by the hair, and shove me into the corner of the ring. There, you drape my arms over the top rope and start pounding away at my abs. I try to pull my knee up to ram it into your crotch again.
Cole Dexter
Every punch I throw lands slightly deeper into your abs than the last, yet they still remain rock solid, seemingly easily taking every punch I throw. I don’t get too much further into bashing your washboard before I feel your knee hit my balls once again. The impact wasn’t very severe, but with my balls already still being sore and tender from before, it hurts like shit. My arms fall to my sides and fists unclench as I stumble backwards from you, barely able to remain on my feet. To avoid falling and to stabilise myself, I reach out and grab the nearby ropes, gripping them tightly, while using my other hand to gently nurse my again throbbing manhood. "FUCKER!" I snap out at you in anger.
Devil Fighter
My renewed attack on your balls forces you to back off and stagger away to tend to your groin. I watch this with satisfaction and decide to press the attack. I charge at you while you’re leaning against the ropes and deliver a powerful clothesline, hoping to send you flying over the top rope and out of the ring.
Cole Dexter
I’m still attempting to recover from your second shot at my balls when your body collides with mine, flipping mine over the topmost rope and onto the ground outside the ring. Fortunately I land on my feet but stumble a little bit, almost losing my balance. Still fighting the pain that’s yet to numb, I reach under the body rope to grab your boots to pull you off your feet, under the bottom rope, and out to the outside of the ring where I am. When you’re out on your feet with me, I quickly try to give you a clothesline of my own.
Devil Fighter
My clothesline connected and sent you flying outside. Miraculously, you land on your feet, grabb my boots, and pull me out to join you. I hadn't expected that. As I stay before you, you deliver a stiff clothesline that knocked me off my feet, slamming my back hard against the concrete floor, and I try to escape by rolling under the ring.
Cole Dexter
I growl a little as I watch you roll under the ring for what I can only presume is to recover a little from my wicked hard clothesline on you. While you hang out under the ring, I use my time wisely by choosing to let me recover as well. Specifically to wait till my balls are numb enough to stop shooting pain into my groin region. It takes maybe a minute before I consider myself almost fully recovered, so I reach out for you under the ring, grabbing your hair when my hand feels you. With a handful of your hair in my grasp, I start pulling and/or dragging you out from under the ring. “Can’t hide from me," I say, before I attempt to follow it up with a hand-fast left uppercut to your jaw.
Devil Fighter
I manage to roll under the ring and am glad to have a moment there to recover from your clothesline. About a minute passes before you reach down, grab me by the hair, and pull me back toward you. You haul me up by my hair so that I’m standing in front of you, and I see you winding up to land an uppercut. I spot the move, block your fist, and then drive my knee into your abs.
Cole Dexter
With one hand holding your hair and one driving a fist towards you that’s been blocked, I’m completely open and exposed. As a result, your knee has a clear path to my abs. Unobstructed or even attempted to be stopped by my two upper limbs, your knee collides hard with my abs, making a loud thud upon connection. My abs were flexed at the time and took the impact reasonably well, but I was knocked back a little from it, and do release your hair. Breathing heavily, and with a look of pure determination on my face, I dive my shoulder low and down at your abs, with the intent of not only burying my shoulder into your gut but also ramming your back hard into one of the metal ring posts behind you.
Devil Fighter
I managed to block your uppercut and simultaneously drive my knee into your stomach. You let go of me and step back, only to charge at me and ram your shoulder into my midsection. The impact was so violent that I was thrown backward against a metal post, and now I’m rubbing my back. The referee warns us to return to the ring and starts counting, he’s already reached six.
Cole Dexter
I want to continue punishing you now that I’ve got your back against the ring post, but hearing the ref demanding us to get back in the ring, but more specifically hearing him reach the count of 6, I decide to hold off on furthering my attack with you. I slide back under the ropes to briefly re-enter the ring, only to roll straight back out again, resetting the ref’s 10 count, and allowing us to stay out for longer without the risk of disqualification. Now ready and able to hopefully capitalise on you, I grab your right arm to attempt to whip your body fast and hard into the steel ring stairs.
Devil Fighter
Your cleverness is evident when you briefly roll into the ring, only to roll right back out again, thereby interrupting the referee's count. I am still reeling from your attacks when you grab my wrist and hurl me forcefully against the steel ring steps. There is a loud crash as I slam into them, lower back first, before rolling onto the ground and writhing in pain.
Cole Dexter
I cringe at myself hearing and seeing your body collide with the steel stairs that explode from the impact of your body hitting them. In the background my fans continue to show their support in the form of overly loud cheers, while yours continue to show their support for you by cheering and encouraging you to fight on while also booing me. As they do, and as they roll around writhing in pain, I decide to re-enter the ring by sliding under the bottom rope, again resetting the ref’s count. Now in the ring, and as the ref starts to count you, I start arrogantly flexing my shiny muscles to both yours and my respective fans, bringing many to their feet and filling their heads with an even greater desire to wish they could be in your position right now, wrestling me.
Devil Fighter
You see me lying on the ground, and you seem to enjoy watching me writhe in pain. You decide to roll back into the ring and show off your muscles to the crowd, glistening with sweat under the spotlights. The referee is counting me out, and he’s already reached five. I struggle to pull myself up by the ring apron before rolling back into the ring. Then, I haul myself up using the ropes and hold onto them to catch my breath before the referee signals for the fight to resume.
Cole Dexter
By the time you get back into the ring, I’m no longer cockily flexing; rather, I'm just standing close to one of the ring’s corners with my hands gently resting on my hips. It's no surprise for me to see you back in the ring; I had no doubt you would have made it back in before the ref reached his 10 count. I would have actually been surprised if you didn’t. With the ref having signalled to resume the match, I remove my hands from my hips and reapproach you, being somewhat cautious. When I’m almost in range of you, I jump to hopefully slam my boot-covered feet into your body to dropkick you into the corner of the ring.
Devil Fighter
I laboriously pull myself up the ropes and stare at you as you look over at me, almost bored, with your hands on your hips. You come toward me, and I watch you leap to deliver a dropkick. I react quickly, letting you jump into thin air, and wonder if you’ll manage to clear the ropes and land outside.
Cole Dexter
Mid jump I see you duck clear of me, and I don't even have time to cringe before my legs slide between the middle and top ropes, followed by the rest of my body before I tumble hard onto the ground outside the ring. I grunt and groan a little from the fall but slowly rise to my feet, rubbing my lower back a little bit using my left hand. Using my right, I hold it up to angrily give you the finger before I slide back under the bottom rope to re-enter the ring again.
Devil Fighter
I watch with pleasure as you slide through the ropes, land on the hard floor outside, and slowly get back up, rubbing your lower back. You flip me the bird, which means you’re furious. You roll back into the ring, and just as you’re about to stand up, I drive my right knee into your temple.
Cole Dexter
I don’t even see you coming; rather, I just feel what I presume is you near slamming hard into my temple, crushing my skull between it and the canvas ring. That’s quickly followed by the deafening sound of ear ringing, dizziness, and blurred vision. “Arghhhh, get the fuck off me, fucker," I groan out while I use my arms to try and push your knee off the side of my head.
Devil Fighter
My knee against your temple did more damage than I’d hoped. I see you lying on the mat, in pain and slightly dazed. I just grin and run my thumb across my throat to show the crowd that I’m about to finish you off for good. I drag you by the ankles to the center of the ring and flip you onto your stomach, then sit on your lower back and drape your arms over my thighs. I pull your head up by the chin, locking you into the Camel Clutch. "I want to hear you tap out now. Say it!"
Cole Dexter
I get my wish when you remove your knee from my temple, providing me with some much-needed relief, yet despite that, my ears continue to ring and vision remains quite blurred but is gradually improving. It improves just in time to feel you start dragging me across the canvas and to lock me in a camel clutch hold. Pain rockets up and down my spine from your hold, but I stubbornly refuse to beg or tap out. Instead I just grit my teeth and squeeze my hands into fists to take the pain, while internally, I yell my fucking lungs out. “FUCKERRRRRR, GET UP AND FIGHT ME LIKE A REAL MAN," I yell out while I try to start thrashing from side to side in the hope of getting free or making you release me.
Devil Fighter
I keep pulling your head back by the chin, thinking I could force you to give up that way. But you summon all your strength, and your body thrashes ever more violently beneath me, until I finally lose my balance and tumble off you to the side. I roll away from you and get back to my feet. Looking down at you, I say. "Get up, if you still dare, you wimp!"
Cole Dexter
I keep trying to thrust my body from side to side and kick my legs behind me in a hope you’ll break the hold, and after a few seconds I’m delighted when you do. In that moment a feeling of relief washes over my body and specifically through my spine. Still in pain, I roll around onto my back, arching it a little to help relieve some of the pain still coursing through it. In response to your comment to me to get up, I just simply let out an angry growl that is barely audible thanks to the crowd just outside the ring. I then quickly shoot my right leg up to try and slam my foot up between your legs to, again, crush your manhood.
Devil Fighter
I grin as I watch you writhing on the ground in pain, and you are clearly unhappy with how the fight is going. I move closer, certain I’ll soon force you to surrender while you continue to writhe on the floor. But suddenly, you use your foot to ram it between my legs with full force. My eyes roll back from the pain. I collapse onto my knees right next to you and rub the swelling. "You're going to regret this, you bastard!" I say furiously.
Cole Dexter
The pain surging through my body from all the abuse you’ve dished out to me continues, yet is masked by the delight I have of seeing you once again down at the hands of me, or this case, at a foot of mine. “Hey, you’re the one that attacked below the belt first; that’s just me finally getting even with you," I respond to you with, shrugging my shoulders as I do, showing just how little I care or how little I’m worried. As to be expected, your fans continue their booing of me, while mine attempt to drown it out by cheering just as loud at my dirty low blow. With you on your knees in front of me, I ball my right fist and spin around to give myself more power and momentum to throw a brutal solid punch at your temple region, hopeful that if I don’t knock you out, it’ll at least daze you enough for me to get more recovery time.
Devil Fighter
I’m still rubbing my balls while down on my knees, and you’re claiming I started the low blows. Tears are welling up from the pain you’ve inflicted on me. Your fans are cheering, while mine are booing you. Suddenly, your right fist catches me on the temple. The blow is so powerful that it sends me flying backward, leaving me lying on my back, slightly dazed.
Cole Dexter
From the moment my fist slams into your temple, the boos start. So loud that they drown out the cheers from my fans. The boos don’t, however, last too long before your fans start cheering for you, again drowning out the cheers from mine, not caring about it, though I just simply make preparations for my next attack on you. While the ref comes over to check it, you’re ok. I walk over to the ropes and climb out of the ring, immediately angering the ref and resulting in him coming over to the ropes to tell me to get back into the ring. My answer to him, though, is simple: the finger, which naturally angers him further and makes him immediately start counting me. Not caring about that, I continue my walk around the ring to grab the steel stairs. I threw you in earlier in the match. In a show of strength that the fans closest to me almost faint over, I roar and throw the stairs over the top rope and into the ring, them almost landing on top of your body and narrowly missing the counting ref. Breaking the ref’s count, I re-enter the ring and walk over to you, who looks seemingly still, quite dazed from my head strike. I then reach down to pick you up off the ground, straining my muscles to near max as I do. “Ready to go for a ride?” I ask you. Not waiting for an answer, I run with you to power-slam your body down hard onto the steel ring stairs. I just threw into the ring.
Devil Fighter
I’m still lying on the ground, half-dazed from the blow you dealt to my temple. My vision is blurred as I watch you talking to the referee, who seems angry with you. I hear a dull thud nearby but don't give a second thought to what it might be. Then I feel you grab me by the hair, wrap your strong arms around my waist, and hoist me up until I’m draped across your shoulder. You take off running with me and slam me with full force, with a power slam, onto a hard object. Only then do I realize it was the steel steps. The pain is unbearable, and I writhe on the ring floor, screaming loudly.
Cole Dexter
Evilly I smile at your pain, knowing I’m the direct cause of it. What helps my smile grow is the approval my fans give me in the form of cheers and “holy shit” chants. Yours instead start chanting the words “you suck, you suck” in return at me, not bothering me in the slightest; rather, it just feeds my evil desire to finish you off. Briefly I climb up to my feet to roll you onto your back before I sit you up, exposing your reddened, clearly sore back. At the sight of it, I can’t help but chuckle to myself as I position myself behind you on the ground. I then place my boots against your upper back and grab your wrists to torture your body in a seated surfboard. “Ready to surrender, Devil, or am I ripping your arms off?” I ask not a shred of mercy in my cruel-sounding voice.
Devil Fighter
I can see you grinning wider and wider as I writhe on the ground in pain. You immediately follow up by sitting behind me and pulling me into a seated position. Then you grab both my wrists, pull them back, and brace your feet against my spine. You ask if I’m finally ready to give up or if you should keep torturing me, while your fans cheer enthusiastically and the voices of mine grow fainter. "You asshole, I’m not giving up to you. You’ll have to come up with something better than that!"
Cole Dexter
"Oh, you want something worse, do you? I was just wanting to be somewhat nice to you," I angrily snap back at you. Still holding your arm, I change the position of my legs; instead of pressing my boots against your back, I raise my legs to grab your head between them to secure you in a tight headscissors. Once I’ve got it tight and secured, I resume pulling back on your arms, now even harder than before, straining your shoulders to their very limits.
Devil Fighter
You are angry that I didn't submit to you. You use your legs to wrap around my head in a flash, locking me in a leg-scissor hold while pulling my arms further and further back. Your fans are cheering for you, while mine have fallen silent.
Cole Dexter
With even more anger surging through my veins than before, I growl even louder at your continued refusal to submit to my hold. Sensing it's useless to maintain it, I just surge the pressure on your neck and shoulders for a couple of seconds before I release your neck from my legs and release your arms, freeing you of me 100%. I then flex my abs and roll up onto my feet, ready to continue with you. Get up then if you don’t want to submit," I snap out at you.
Devil Fighter
You are furious. Finally, you loosen your grip and let go of me. Had you held on for just a few seconds longer, I would have been forced to submit to you. I struggle to pull myself up along the ropes, battered by your attacks, yet I refuse to show it. I circle you, feinting repeatedly to keep you at bay and buy myself a moment to recover.
Cole Dexter
My hands rest firmly on my hips, and my eyes gaze firmly onto your body as I watch you climb to your feet. Slowly I too start circling you, hands now resting by my sides. Just by sight alone I can tell you’re hurt; as long as I keep on you, you’ll stay that way too and hopefully be forced to submit to me. So with that I fake a lock-up and instead fire my boot hard and fast at your abdominal region.
Devil Fighter
We circle each other, and you look relatively fresh. I’m already battered from your attacks and glad you’re letting me catch my breath a little. But suddenly, out of nowhere, you kick me in the stomach with your boot. I wasn't expecting it. I gasp for air, forced to drop to my knees in the middle of the ring, breathing heavily.
Cole Dexter
Yet again I smile my evil grin as you double over from my kick and quickly capitalise on you by closing the distance between us completely. I then wrap my arms around your midsection, take a deep breath, flex my arms, and with some difficulty (during your heavy weight) pick you up off your feet and hold you upside down in a pile driver position. Without wasting any time, I walk to the steel stairs that still remain in the ring and position your head just above the steel. “Give up, or pile drive – what’s it going to be?” I ask.
Devil Fighter
You immediately seize the moment, come over to me, and wrap your arms around my body. With a sudden jerk, you lift me up and spin me around until I’m hanging upside down in your arms. You walk over to the steel steps still lying in the ring and ask whether I’m ready to submit to you or if you should slam me onto the steps with a piledriver. Panic sets in, but I’m determined to win this match, so I don’t give you an answer.
Cole Dexter
Deep down I was hoping you wouldn’t submit, and while you don’t say anything, your thrashing around tells me all I need to know. Sensing that I’m on the verge of pile driving you onto these stairs, your fans start voicing their immediate disapproval and encouraging you to fight out of it, while mine on the other cheer and encourage me to do it. Not caring what your fans want, and not caring what even the ref is saying to me, I squeeze your body tighter in my arms and drop down to my knees, pile driving your head with as much force as I can manage down onto the steel stairs.
Devil Fighter
I thrash about in your grip as hard as I can, but it’s no use. You’ve got me firmly in your grasp. Then, you slam my head against the hard steel steps with a piledriver, a dull thud echoes out, and I’m left lying half-dazed beside the steel stairs. Your fans are cheering, while the voices of mine grow fainter as I lie there, hoping I can recover quickly.
Cole Dexter
Your fans boo me the loudest yet after I follow through with my piledriver. My fans try to combat the boos by cheering but aren’t able to cheer nearly as loud as yours, boo. It's no matter to me, though; my focus remains solely on you. With you now lying besides the stairs, I push myself off my knees to my feet, then lie down behind you. I then grab your muscled body, roll us onto my back, your back on my ripped body, and snake my right arm under your chin, around your neck. Using my left arm, I place it behind your neck to force your head forward into my choking right arm. “Tap or sleep, bitch," I say, while I also wrap my legs around your midsection.
Devil Fighter
As I come to, I’m lying on my back against you. You have your arm wrapped around my neck and are choking me. Your legs are wrapped around my body, squeezing the air out of me. I can feel your cock digging into my ass crack through my shorts. If I don’t come up with something fast, I’m going to lose this fight, a fight that matters so much. I try to pry your legs apart with my hands while you choke me tighter and tighter.
Cole Dexter
Despite your attempts at unprying my legs from your body, I keep them locked tight and only respond by squeezing your body tighter between. At the same time I also tighten the choke on you too, my bicep gradually bulging into your neck, crushing everything that tries to stand or resist its path. My cock also keeps responding too by throbbing and jerking in my shorts, begging to be released from its fabric prison and claim your hole. “Submit, you’re fucking done!” I demand
Devil Fighter
My attempts to pry your legs apart fail, and you squeeze them even tighter together while continuing to choke me and grinding your cock deeper into the crack of my ass. Your fans are cheering you on to finish me off, while mine have gone completely silent. I don't want to give up, but if this keeps up, I'm going to lose consciousness any moment.
Cole Dexter
I can feel your body beginning to weaken from the lack of blood and oxygen supply to your head, but despite that, I don’t let off, and I only respond to it by squeezing your neck tighter in my chokehold. “Night Devil," I whisper in your ear, barely audible to you thanks to the ever-growing loudness in cheers from my fans, yours seemingly completely quiet now, unable to utter a word with regard to what they're seeing before them, their fighter almost unconscious at the hands of his opponent
Devil Fighter
You choke me even tighter and harder, and finally, the inevitable happens. I lose consciousness in your grip. The referee lifts my arm, and it drops back down. He does it a second time, and again the arm falls. Finally, he does it a third time, and it drops once more. He signals for the bell, and the verdict is announced over the loudspeakers amidst the cheers of your fans. "The winner by knockout is Cole Dexter!"
Cole Dexter
Slowly I feel your body start to grow heavier and heavier before your eyes seal closed. The ref also sees this and grabs one of your arms, raises it into the air, before dropping it. Without any resistance from you, your arm drops to the ground, signalling your unconsciousness to the ref, and resulting in him calling for the bell to be rung. After that I still keep my chokehold locked in, forcing the ref to intervene to get me to let you go, for your sake. Soon he does, and I roll you off me, allowing me to get to my feet to an eruption of cheers from my fans and some boos with yours. “HERE IS YOUR WINNER, BY KNOCK OUT, COLE DEXTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR” The ref holds my arm up, signalling my victory, and my entrance music plays while, arrogantly with my other arm, I flex my bicep in victory over you. Now, with the ref no longer needed, he steps out of the ring, leaving you and me alone together, unless you include the steel stairs still off to the side. “Hahaha, you’re mine now." I evilly laugh out, my eyes firmly locked on your defeated, bruised body.
Devil Fighter
Slowly, my consciousness returns, and I see you celebrating your victory as your fans cheer for you, accompanied by a few boos from my own fans. You flex and tense your muscles, kissing the peak of your bicep. The referee leaves the ring, no longer needed, and you declare that I belong to you now. I have no idea what you mean by that and look up at you in fear as you gaze down at me with a grin on your face.
Cole Dexter
By sight alone I can see the fear present in your eyes, which only makes the evil grin on my face grow even wider. “Welcome back to the world of the conscious. Are you going to be a good boy now and get on all 4s for your master? Or am I going to have to make you?” I ask, before taking the time to yet again, arrogantly flex my rock-hard dominant biceps over you, while my fans continue to bask me in their attention and cheers.
Devil Fighter
The grin on your face grows more wider, and becomes more unbearable for me, as you tell me to get down on all fours for you. I just look at you and ask, "What am I supposed to get on all fours for?" all while you continue to flex your muscles and bask in the crowd's adulation.
Cole Dexter
"Oh, I think you know exactly why I want you on your hands and knees." I reply back to you before breaking my cocky pose and using my left hand to rub my throbbing bulge. Oozing that same arrogant attitude I’ve had during the whole fight, I flex my right bicep, turn my head, and give it a gentle kiss, driving my fans completely mad. What wouldn’t they give to kiss any part of the body?
Devil Fighter
You remain incredibly arrogant, flexing your muscles and telling me I know exactly why I should get down on all fours, all while planting a wet kiss on my lips and massaging your bulge. Of course, I know what you’re alluding to. I know the winner of the fight gets to fuck the loser, and since I’m a good sport, I get down on all fours in front of you.
Cole Dexter
“Right where you belong, on your knees like a good bitch," I say, looking down at you now that you’re on all fours. No longer wanting to keep it contained, I drop my trunks, freeing my 9-inch throbbing weapon, before I reach down and grab your gear to slide down, giving me direct access to your hole, making me lick my lips at just the sight of it. Slowly I get down behind you and lie over your body, grinding my ripped, victory body down against your back, while I tease your hole and entrance with the tip of my thick, sensitive rod.
Devil Fighter
As I’m on all fours on the ground in front of you, I can see out of the corner of my eye as you pull off your shorts and your nine-inch cock, which looks more like a weapon, is revealed. You slide my shorts down, and I can feel you lying against me as our sweat begins to mingle. You position your weapon at the entrance to my love tunnel, teasing it with your cock. I can hear the spectators cheering you on to finally claim your prize.
Cole Dexter
In the two I can hear everyone cheering me on, and being one to always like to appeal to my fans, I give them when they want. Without warning I flex over you and aggressively thrust my hips forwards to slam my cock through your entrance and deep into your body, already loving the feel of your warm, soft insides against my throbbing, thick fuck weapon. “Mmmm, fuck, this is going to be fun," I moan out, while almost removing my cock from your hole only to pump it straight back in, this time deeper again.
Devil Fighter
I feel the movement of your hips, and without warning, you bury your huge cock deep inside my love tunnel. The audience is thrilled, and a few tears of pain roll down my cheeks as you explore my insides with your weapon. You pull your cock out, only to drive it back into me with force. The glans strikes my prostate hard, it feels as though you’re about to shatter it.
Cole Dexter
Every pound is harder and deeper than the last till I’m fucking you almost balls deep, crushing and destroying your prostate gland. My cock continues to swell and grow from it continuing to enjoy your hole and from it moving ever closer to exploding. “Fuck, you feel fucking good, nice and tight, clearly haven’t been fucked recently, huh?” I ask, through my moans.
Devil Fighter
You’re fucking me harder and faster, and the audience is even cheering you on. You’re exploring every inch of me with your cock, and your cock head keeps hammering against my prostate. I can only hope you’re close to finishing.
Cole Dexter
I wrap my arms around your ripped, defeated body and flip the pair of us over. Positioning me on my back and you lying on me, with my arms still firmly around your body, squeezing you tighter and tighter with every passing second. My cock starts to leak and jerk, while my balls start churning the most yet from the extra pleasure of power bottoming. "Come on, jobber bitch, cum for your master."
Devil Fighter
You put all your wrestling experience to use. While fucking me, you shift us around so that you’re lying on your back and I’m lying on top of you, facing away from you, all the while fucking me hard, holding me in a tight embrace, and pressing me against your body. Just fucking me isn't enough for you. You tell me to pleasure myself so that I can reach orgasm, too. I move my hand faster and faster, my balls throbbing, and then my cum shoots from my cock in several spurts while you keep fucking me hard.
Cole Dexter
Thanks to your orgasm, combined with the fact that your glutes start involuntarily squeezing my cock even tighter than before, my cock finally erupts. Slow at first, but soon shooting thick, hot ropes of my fresh seed balls deep into your defeated body. Using the last of my strength and the adrenaline my orgasm gives me, I roll us over onto your chest, letting you lie in your cum mess. As I roll us, I release your body from the bearhug of sorts I had you locked in and simply place my hands onto your shoulders to both squeeze and force them down against the white. All while I lay on top of you pumping my Dexter juices into your loser body.
Devil Fighter
I clench my sphincter to choke your cock, but you seem to enjoy it. I feel you start to twitch and then shoot your cum into me in several spurts. You skillfully turn us around, and now I’m lying in my own juice, with some of yours cum still dripping from my depths, since I couldn't take it all in. The audience applauds while I lie beneath you once again, defeated and humiliated.
Cole Dexter
“Better luck next time, bitch boy," I say, a little out of breath from my recently finished orgasm. As I rise to my feet, I’m bathed in massive appraisal from my fans, and of the few fans that haven’t already left, they shower me with the loudest boos they can manage, but due to the small number of them, their boos are almost completely drowned out. After giving your side a final quick from my right foot, I grab my shorts, put them back on, and then steal your shorts before departing the ring, leaving you naked and bred for all to see and taunt.
Devil Fighter
Finally, this ordeal is over. You pull your cock out of my hole and stand up to deliver one last kick to my side. You mock me, and your fans cheer for you as you pull your shorts back on and grab your gear to take with you. You leave the ring with my shorts, leaving me lying in a puddle of our combined semen. Summoning all my strength, I scramble to my feet and climb out of the ring, defeated, humiliated, and stained with our semen, I head to the locker room amidst the laughter of the crowd.
End
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