Sam Wrestling Ring

Tony_LF: After some months, my promoter organized a match with this belgian wrestler who insulted me. We invited him to Italy so I can teach him an Italian lesson about respect in front of my fans. The arena in Rome is almost totally filled by my fans and my music starts to play: enter the arena in my green, white and red trunks, bare feet and the Italian flag on my shoulders as a mantle. "FROM SICILY, ITALY at 179cm and 80kg...TONY THE ITALIAN STALLION!"...I walk toward the ring, high five the roaring fans and taking pics with them. Behind me, some staff guys push a wheeled table with tons of Italian foods and specialities on it

Tony_LF:   

Belgium_Vicious: I was relaxing in the locker room when I heard your music and your fans going wild. I smiled, thinking I was going to put you in your place. They came to get me and told me to come in. I headed to the ring, and my music started playing. The fans boo me as I head towards the ring, I get in wearing my Belgian wrestling briefs, my black mask, bare-chested with my black boots and my chain around my neck.

Belgium_Vicious:

Belgium_Vicious: I put the chains to the side and climb onto the corner of the ring to get drunk on the insults of those Italian assholes.

Belgium_Vicious:

Tony_LF: I drape my flag over the top ropes and turn to you, staring at my pathetic belgian opponent as he enters the ring. Italian fans chanting "FAI SCHIFO!" (you suck) over and over as you walk to the ring. I let the ref pat me down for foreign objects and grab the mic, moving to the middle of the ring. "Signore e Signori...tonight we got a chocolate licker from Belgium...I promised him I would have made him beg in Italian and HE WILL BEG...gonna send him back in pieces to his shitty country, with his ego crushed under my feet!" I growl with my Italian accent

Belgium_Vicious: As I walk into the ring, I hear the Italians speaking to me in their loser's language. Being polite (more so than these people), I reply, "Yes, yes, pasticcio." I hear you insulting me again, just like you did at the beginning, which is what made me so angry. Once you're done, I'll head to the ring, grab the microphone, and, looking at you, simply tell you to "ta gueule." ("shut up") Then I'll back away to my corner without turning my back on you.

Tony_LF: I bump my pecs on yours, face to face, chest to chest..."Sorry I don't speak jobber..." I taunt staring at you in the eyes. You turn my back to me and I rush at you with a cheap shot before the match, an double axehand on your back. "WELCOME TO ITALY, COGLIONE!" I shout...fans roaring as the ref orders to ring the bell anyway...DING DING DING

Belgium_Vicious: I take your double blow and absorb the impact, having put one foot forward to avoid falling, a small smile appearing on my face. I turn around and say, “You thought I wasn’t expecting that? I’m a vicious fighter too.” And then I kick you in the stomach, as hard as I can.

Tony_LF: I look surprised when you answer like that, expecting my cheap shot. You turn toward me and your black boot connects with my exposed hairy gut..."UUUUUUUFFFFFFFF..." spittle flies from my mouth to your chest as I bend forward, winded..."UUFFF BELGIAN FUCKER..."

Belgium_Vicious: I immediately grab your head and place your neck under my armpit, I grab your hip and drop to the ground to deliver a DDT. Your Italian face hits the ground hard.

Tony_LF: You take advantage of the position and lock my head under your armpit...my beard rubbing on your side: "Cazzo no...OOOOGGHHHHHHH" you drive my handsome Italian face on the canvas...I lay face down, stunned..."Uuuhhhh.."

Belgium_Vicious: I yell to the angry crowd, "Is that your Italian stallion? She's barely a mare!" Taking advantage of you being on your stomach, I grab your leg, turn around, and sit on your back to bring you half a Boston Crab.

Belgium_Vicious:

Tony_LF: You grab my hairy leg and bend it behind my back. "AAARRGGHH VAFFANCULO YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT.." I cry as you torture and mock me. Fans calling my name "TONY TONY TONY" and I strain my arms toward the ropes, trying to reach them

Belgium_Vicious: I feel your magnificently hairy, muscular leg. I should hate you, and yet I can't help but be aroused by such a beautiful man, your cries of pain exciting me even more. I don't notice as you arch your body, and you manage to reach for the ropes and grab them easily.

Tony_LF: I grab the ropes..."HEY HEY I'M ON THE ROPES REF AAARRGGH" ref approaches you, tapping on your shoulder and ordering you to let me go.

Belgium_Vicious: I look at the referee, straining my ears as if I don't understand, to emphasize the hold. Then, when he starts counting, I release your leg and take the opportunity to grab the hairs on your leg so I can pull them out when I release your leg. Then I step aside and say to the crowd, "Are you serious? Can't he handle the pain? Does he have to touch the ropes? Italians are all weaklings."

Tony_LF: "AAARRGGG LET ME GO YOU BELGIAN TROIA!" I shout as you refuse to let go and when you finally do it, you pick some hair from my leg..."OUCH you bastard...." I check my knee and leg as you take your time mocking me and my people, pissing me off. I get up using the ropes and rush at you, angry, with a spear, trying to smash my shoulders into your gut

Belgium_Vicious: My arms are raised in the air, confident, and as you come towards me, I take your shoulder to the stomach. The impact of your bulk knocks me onto my back as I clutch my stomach, “Putain, this bastard hits hard!”

Tony_LF: "Baguette, raclette, bourgignon...." I mock you as I get up, mimicing a french gay accent..."So ugly you need to wear a mask chokolate jobber? Let me help you with that and I drop with a knee on your face...BAM

Belgium_Vicious: I hear you mocking me and it pisses me off, but before I can react, I take your knee to the face. Despite the pain, I catch your knee, slide my leg down to your crotch, and put my arm around your shoulder. Then I spring to my feet and lift you off the ground.

Belgium_Vicious:

Belgium_Vicious: Then, without waiting, I'll give you a backbreaker and release you

Belgium_Vicious:

Tony_LF: You block my knee before it connects with your face, crotchlift me showing your size advantage and strenght...AND SLAM MY BACK on your bended knee..."AAAAARRGGHHHHHHH BASTARDOOOO PEZZO DI MERDAAA. MAMMA MIAAA!" I cry arching my back in pain at your feet

Belgium_Vicious: "Ta gueule l'Italien, je ne parle pas le loser j'ai dit" ("Shut up, Italian, I don't speak, loser, I said!") I grab your beard, that beard you seem so proud of, and I pull you up by force, then I grab your wrist to send you towards the ropes of the ring.

Tony_LF: You mock me in your language...I don't understand but I know it's nothing nice...you pull me up by my grizzled precious beard, I'm still checking my back..."NO NO NO WAIT MAN..." but you grab my wrist and whipe me into the ropes...my back bounce on them and I run toward you again

Belgium_Vicious: When you come back, I'll bring you a clothesline followed by an elbow drop before you've even hit the ground, then I'll stay on top of you and grab your leg to attempt a pin.

Belgium_Vicious: The crowd is stunned and the referee is forced to slap the floor "ONE..."

Tony_LF: You rush at me with a clothesline and it almost decapitates me when your big biceps hits my troath...you quikcly drop with your elbow on my exposed hairy pecs.."UUUUUUGGHHHHH" forcing the air out of my lungs. I lay under you, covered with my own sweat as you hook my leg and go for the pin ...ref counts "TWO" and with a desperate act, the italian stallion lift his shoulder, confused..."uuughhh...cosa?"

Belgium_Vicious: I glare at the referee, angry. “Couldn't you have counted faster?” I get up and shove the referee, starting to hurl insults at him in my language, turning my back on you during my argument with the referee.

Tony_LF: I shake my head to remove cobwebs...get on all fours, still hurted by your clothesline and see you arguing with the ref. I reach you from behind and slam my forearm between your thighs, in your belgian trunks and bulge. "How does those olives feel, piece of belgian trash?!"

Belgium_Vicious: “FUUUUUUCK!” I fall to my knees, clutching my Belgium meatballs. “REF, HE HIT ME ON THE BALLS, DON’T PLAY YOU DIDN’T SEE IT!”

Tony_LF: As you complain with the ref who pretends he didn't see anything, I grab a pizza box from my table outside the ring and slides it into the ring in front of you. Lock your head under my armpit. "Payback time, try some real Italian pizza, coglione!" and DDT your face into the pizza.

Belgium_Vicious: I'm so busy with the referee that I don't see you grab me and deliver the DDT. My Belgian mask, which I'm so proud of, is covered in tomato sauce, and I'm clutching my head as I roll around the ring, yelling, "Fucking Italian asshole"

Tony_LF: "You ruined the pizza...what could I expect from a belgian shit eater..." my fans laugh at your tomato sauce, mozzarella and oil covered mask. I grab a slice of pizza, pull the waistband of your trunks and shove it inside. "You'll eat this later!"...than I kneel on your chest and try to remove your mask. "Let's remove this face condom, dickhead"

Belgium_Vicious: I take your taunts without being able to say a word. When you put a piece of pizza in my underwear, you see I'm already as hard as a rock. Then you kneel on me and start trying to untie my mask. That's when I fly into a rage, I push up onto my boots as high and fast as I can to throw you over me.

Tony_LF: Taking my time to humiliate the belgium jobber, making a mess out of him...when I touch your mask you become a devil tossing me away..."WHAT THE FUCK? BE QUITE LOSER!" and I rush back at you with a clothesline

Belgium_Vicious: When you extend your arm, I lower my torso and jump forward to smash your abs with my shoulder while continuing to run to the corner of the ring to smash your back against it, constantly screaming "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, FUCKING HELL, NO ONE TAKES MY MASK OFF, YOU UNDERSTAND, YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU FUCKING ITALIAN BASTARD???"

Tony_LF: You dodge under my clothesline and your shoulder connects with my gut.."UUUFFFFFFF..." bending me in half and pushing me into the corner hard...you continue ramming your shoulders into my gut..."UUFFFFFF...no....uuuffffff....aspetta...UUUFFFFFF....ti prego...UFFFFF..." begging in Italian until I drop on my ass, drooling from my mouth

Belgium_Vicious: I see you collapse and I don’t care at all. You touched the one thing you absolutely shouldn’t have touched. Now this fight will be a long descent into hell for you. I grab the top ropes with my hands and place my boot on your face, slamming it firmly against the ring post and pushing my foot in as hard as I can while I pull my hands up, using the rope for leverage.

Tony_LF: You plant the sole of your black boot on my handsome face, using my beard as a doormat..."UUGGHHHHH..."I grab your ankle, kicking the canvas wildly with my bare feet...my face getting red...."UUGGHHH". Fans yelling me to fight back, but I can't. My whole hairy body covered with sweat

Belgium_Vicious: I see you kicking me and say, "You should have worn boots like me, you stupid Italian." I release the ropes and grab your feet, pulling you to the center of the ring. Then I trap your legs between my arms, spin around, and deliver a Boston Crab.

Belgium_Vicious:

Tony_LF: You taunt me for not wearing boots and grab my legs, dragging me to the middle of the ring and I leave a trail of sweat behind me..you ignore the pizza in your belgian trunks and sit on my back bending my like a pretzel...my hairy legs shaking in your hold, my spine on fire...the Italian stallion in troubles. "AAAAAAARGGGHHHH NOOOOO MERDAAA AAARRGGG BASTARDO!"

Belgium_Vicious: I see your sweaty body and it excites me even more, crushing the piece of pizza I have in my cock, but your sacrilege prevents me from thinking; only your destruction matters now. I continue my grip to tire you out, bouncing on your back with my buttocks, then I suddenly release your legs, I spin around, my buttocks and weight on your back causing you pain as I turn, I turn to face you, I grab your muscular, hairy arms and pin them under my legs, then I grab your chin and pull you towards me to apply a painful Camel Clutch. "You gonna pay me that, connard"

Belgium_Vicious:

Tony_LF: You're playing with my body, torturing me...after destroying my legs you sit on my back, riding the Italian stallion, grinding my bulge on the canvas as you pull my chin back and hook your fingers in my mouth. "AAAAARRGGHHHHHH NOOOOOO MAMMA MIA NOOOOO!" screaming desperately. Italian fans really worried now

Belgium_Vicious: I continue my grip and at one point I free one of my hands and open my underwear to get the pizza while the other hand puts my fingers in your nose and pulls your head towards me, opening your mouth wide and making you yell, then I shove the piece of pizza into your mouth and close your jaw tightly, placing my hand in front of your mouth and saying "you're right, I don't deserve a pizza, so swallow", I make small circles with the back of your neck while moving your head without moving my hand from your mouth "come on swallow, you must like pizzas"

Tony_LF: "AAAARRGGGHHH NOOO AARRGHH" feel my hurted spine like it's about to break, sweat dripping from my body. You put your hand inside the dirty belgian trunks and pull out the slice of pizza I shoved in them...show it to my fans and push the pizza into my mouth..."mmmghhh noo mmmghhh" the taste of pizza mixed with your sweat and musk is disgusting, Italian crowd can't believe what's happening as you keep my mouth closed...humiliating me as you demand me to swallow. I can't breath, so I got to eat the disgusting pizza from your crotch and swallow it..my pride crushed

Belgium_Vicious: I can hear the crowd suffering for you, seeing their beautiful Italian stallion being humiliated like this. I bring my face close to yours and say, "I could have been nice, I could have been decent, but you dared to touch the one thing you shouldn't have." Then I let go and stand up, leaving you with a disgusting little piece of pizza in your mouth, and I kick you in the back before heading to the corner of the ring to climb onto the top rope. I raise my arms in victory, the crowd booing me while I grin like a complete asshole.

Tony_LF: You lean toward my ear, mocking me before finally releasing me. My upper body and face drop in the canvas, tomato sauce smeared on my beard. My legs and back numb, can barely roll on my back and see you climbing on the top rope. My Italian fans and friends crying, begging me to get up, but the best I can do is waving my hands toward you: "no please Vicious no...don't..."

Belgium_Vicious: I lean forward, a sadistic glare in my eyes. I see the crowd pleading with you to get up, and you on the ground pleading with me in turn, except that the sound only makes me want to destroy you even more. I simply reply, "If... that," and then I leap and deliver a devastating elbow strike right to your abs.

Tony_LF: You leap toward me landing with your elbow on my hairy exposed gut..."NONO TI PREGO NOOO UUUUUFFFFF", the impact forces the oxygen out of my body, raise my legs in pain and moan under you, convulsing...drooling from my dirty lips. The taste of crotch pizza still in my mouth

Tony_LF:

Belgium_Vicious: Without moving from you, I grab your leg and show the referee I'm ready for a second pin. The crowd roars at you to react, to get up, to get revenge, and the referee is forced to lie down to see your shoulders on the mat and starts counting "ONE… TWO."

Tony_LF: I barely know what's happening around me, you hook my leg, spreading my thighs and exposing my growing bulge for my fans as I'm almost out cold after your elbow strike...laying in a puddle of my own sweat, my hairy chest moving up and down with spasms...

Belgium_Vicious: I see you're not even reacting anymore, but I don't want to stop the fight just yet. Quickly, your torture and humiliation have only just begun. I lift your shoulder off the ground before the three-count and stand up, pulling you upright as well. I place one arm between your legs and the other behind your back, and I lift you, dragging you around the ring with me.

Belgium_Vicious:

Tony_LF: You break the pin before the third count, ref is confused and fans booing you. You crotchlift me, your hand on my hard italian bulge, between my legs, my sweaty chest grinding on yours as you take me around like a rag doll, showing me to my fans, friends and family. I just moan in your hold..."No...uuughhh...no more...ti prego.."

Belgium_Vicious: I position myself right in front of your family and yell, "I'M GOING TO BREAK YOUR CHAMPION IN HALF, HE'LL NEVER GO BACK TO A WRESTLING RING AGAIN! IL EST MORT (he is dead)" Then I run towards them and to the nearest corner of the ring to smash your back against the ring post.

Tony_LF: You show my body at your mercy in front of my family, they look actually scared...I understand what you're going to do and shake my head: "NO MAN TI PREGO ASPETTA...I'M SORRY DON'T DO THAT" in total panic until you smash my back on the ring post. "AAAAARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAARRGHHHHH" tears on my eyes for pain.

Belgium_Vicious: I see you suffering and the hatred I felt for you regarding my mask disappears. I even feel a little ashamed. We provoked each other and we're arrogant, but I feel bad for you and I tell myself that making you suffer more would only be merciless torture. Without letting go, I put you on your side and fall to smash your back into the ground without letting go of your legs. The crowd and your family can't believe it, hoping you'll stay on the ground. The referee arrives and counts "ONE.....TWO..."

Tony_LF: You toss me around like a crushed meatballs, my sweaty hairy body is a mess, with my ruffled hair, my dirty mouth and the taste of pizza and belgian cock still on my tongue...can't feel my legs and back, can't move...I look broken as you easily pin me. Ref tries to count slowly but I don't move at all.

Belgium_Vicious: I see the referee counting slowly, hoping you don't lose, and I can understand him. For your fans, seeing their prized horse lying there humiliated like that is the worst thing imaginable; they can't imagine anything worse for you. And before the referee counts to "THREE," I lift your shoulder off the ground and say aloud, "WAIT... I ALMOST FORGOT, I'M SADIST!"

Tony_LF: My wife, sons and parents taking a deep breath, thinking is finally over...I feel my body broken, my muscles on fire...I know I can get medical assistance after the match, but before the third count you yank my grizzled hair pulling me off the canvas. Ref can't believe his eyes..I look exausted, drooling on your pecs, my sweat drenched Italian trunks tenting.."No...no more...basta...pin me...uuughhh...please...I beg you."

Belgium_Vicious: I look at you and say, “Stop, don't be so scared, I just want to try some Italian food.” I forcefully pull you to your feet and kiss you on the mouth, shoving my tongue in front of your family and the crowd. Then I turn you around, put your back on my shoulders, and lift you into a torture rack, moving you outside the ring toward a wheeled table laden with Italian food.

Tony_LF: You ignore my beggings, the Italian Stallion not so cocky and though now....I try to speak again but you silence me by shoving your tongue in my mouth with a liplock.."MMMFGGGG..." my arms flailing as I can't fight back. You lift me in a torture rack. "NOOO ARRGGHHH PLEEEASE" now I'm crying like a baby, every step you make is painfull for me...I see you moving to the food table I brought to humiliate you...pizzas, lasagne, cannoli, spaghetti, parmigiana, tiramisu...a great buffet

Belgium_Vicious: I taste your beautiful Italian mouth, and you feel me getting a hard-on like a real pig. Then once in the air and close to the table, I turn my back on you, move you so that your back is pressed against my chest and I fall backwards to deliver a German Suplex and smash your back to break the rolling table and blow up all the food on it.

Belgium_Vicious:

Tony_LF: My Italian trunks tenting in an embarassing way for the Italian crowd as you hold me in the torture rack...than you change move and suplex me into my own table...and it breaks under me. BAAAAM...the impact sends me out cold again and I lay in a disgracefull position in a mess of broken dishes and Italian foods...all dirty and greasy...covered with pasta, cheese and tomato sauce

Belgium_Vicious: I hear the dishes shattering with relish as food flies everywhere. As I release my grip, I pull off your Italian wrestling briefs to reveal a hard-on to the audience, despite the beatings you've taken, then I force it into your mouth. I grab a handful of pasta with tomato sauce and rub it against your chest, to humiliate you completely. Then I get up and grab you by the nape of the neck to pull you to your feet, and I come back towards the ring, holding you by the head and forcing you to walk, completely dazed, towards the ring.

Tony_LF:

Tony_LF: Fans begin throwing trash and garbage at you, but you ignore them, take off my sweaty dirty Italian trunks revealing my hard sausage for my shoked familyt and friends...and shove the trunks into my mouth, forcing me to taste my loser self...mixing it with your taste on my tongue. To add insult to injurt you rub pasta on my sweaty hairy chest and pull me up...forcing me to walk in that pathetic condition in front of my fans...sucking on my trunks, naked, hairy ass exposed

Belgium_Vicious: As I walk to the ring, I look at you intently. You're so handsome and so hairy, but your hair dances beautifully on your muscular body, and your ass is magnificent. I think to myself, what a shame to hide such perfection. Before getting back in the ring, I spank you and then toss you inside the ring, then climb onto the top rope.

Tony_LF: You look at me like I was a trophy...I continue my walk of shame, this bastard came from Belgium to own me in Rome...I can barely stand, you spank my ass and toss me back into the ring...I roll inside leaving a trail of sweat and sauce under me.."MMMFGGGH NO MMGGHH" try to beg but my trunks in my mouth gag me

Belgium_Vicious: I roll around the ring myself and pull you up to the corner where your family is. I turn you so your back is to me and lift you up, putting both your legs over the second rope. Then I place you on it and put your arms over the top rope. I press myself against your hairy, sweaty back and start jerking you off in front of your family and the audience, licking the back of your ear.

Tony_LF: You pull me up again, I can't take anymore of this punishment and humiliation. You spread my legs on the corner, traping me there, hanging like a salame, my ass exposed toward you as you grab my hard Italian sausage and jerk it off in front of my family "mmmmfggg nooo mmgghh" I moan with my sweaty trunks in my mouth as you lick my ear making difficult for me to hold my stallion load. "Please..mmmmmm don't...mmghh"

Belgium_Vicious: "Yes, yes, you're going to come, you little Italian shit, ejaculate in front of your family, show them that a Belgian is going to make you come in front of them and then beat you good and proper afterward."

Tony_LF: "Mmmmmgggh no mmggh ti prego...basta mmmghhh" begging desperately while sucking my trunks as you play with my hard Italian sausage, people yelling me to resist, can't let you take my load but my cock start leaking precum..

Belgium_Vicious: I pull your wrestling briefs out of your mouth, I pull mine off and throw them both away. "Scream for me, show me how humiliated you are and then, if you're good I'll finish you off."

Tony_LF: You finally pull the Italian trunks from my mouth and I scream despreate "BASTAAA TI PREGO BASTAAA PLEEASE STOOOP SMETTILA!" the Italian stallion begging like a bitch and my cock erupt like the Trevi fountain in Rome, shooting ropes of Italian load all over: on my legs, on your hand, on the ring and spraying my family on the first row

Belgium_Vicious: I see your family shocked and horrified by what I'm putting you through. Hearing you scream and beg is exhilarating, but I don't want to stop so easily. I whisper in your ear, "Ready for the finale, my handsome, arrogant Italian?" While I ask these questions, I run my hands over your hairy chest, caressing them with longing.

Tony_LF: I'm exausted, my empty meatballs drained and my cock dripping cum.You caress my hairy sauce covered chest and I'm completely done, my ego destroyed, humiliated in front of my people. "Please..just pin me..I beg you. Please Vicious...no more"

Tony_LF:

Belgium_Vicious: I whisper in your ear, "Stop, you deserve better than a simple pin," then I grab your head and pull you back to the center of the ring. I put you on your stomach and place my boots on the inside of your thighs, trapping your feet behind my wrestling boots and striking your ribs to pull your arms back. Then I grab them and start to roll backward a little. "ONE..." I roll even further at "TWO," and at "...THREE," I fall onto my back and lift you off the mat, chaining together a merciless hold.

Belgium_Vicious:

Belgium_Vicious:

Belgium_Vicious:

Tony_LF: "No no no..." I can't even fight back as you suspend my body over yours. My wet Italian cock bouncing on my abs as I suffer, my swet pouring on you. "AAARRGGHH NOOOO PLEEEASE I GIVEEEE NO MOREEE BASTA MI ARRENDO MI ARRENDO TI PREGOOOO!" tapping wildly with both hands on your arm, submitting in Italian and english

Belgium_Vicious: I continue my grip, feeling your sweat and the remnants of Italian food dripping onto me, and I say, "You wanted me to give up in Italian? Well, you're going to beg me in my language. Repeat after me: J'ABANDONNE, PITIE, PITIE BELGIUM VICIOUS, JE NE SUIS QU'UNE PETITE MERDE ITALIENNE, JE T'EN SUPPLIE LACHE MOI" (I GIVE UP, HAVE MERCY, HAVE MERCY BELGIUM VICIOUS, I'M JUST A LITTLE ITALIAN PIECE OF SHIT, I BEG YOU LET ME GO")

Tony_LF: "AAAAARGGHH PLEEESE NOOO TI PREGO BASTA" tears and drool running down my face, my cock bouncing on my lower abs as ref ask you to release me. My spine is probably injured and you're asking me to beg in your language in my country. I can barely speak, but I'd do anything to stop this..."J'ABANDONNE, PITIE PITIE BELGIUM VICIOUS. JE NE SUIS QU'UNE PETIT MERDE ITALIENNE...JE T'EN SUPPLIE LASSE MOI AAAAARRGGH BASTAA" doing my best with a terrible accent that make it even more pathetic

Belgium_Vicious: I see you being so pathetic that it amuses me, and I maintain my hold. I don't let go. I could drop you into the deepest unconsciousness and still not release you. You see the referee calling for help while I continue to hold you.

Belgium_Vicious: When I see them coming, I loosen my grip and let you fall to the side, taking your Italian briefs like a trophy that I proudly display.

Tony_LF: "No...uughhh...PITIE...I BEG YOU...zzz...no...zzz...mi arrendo...zzz...zzz..." you laugh at me holding on until I pass out in your hold...my family and fans shoked for what just happened as you drop me, and I roll on my belly, KO'd, my hairy ass exposed as you grab my trunks and show them to the silent crowd

Belgium_Vicious: Having released you, the guys leave, leaving me alone in the ring with you again. I lie on top of you without hurting you and say, "I'm going to fuck you in front of your fans and your family. You'll scream with pleasure; you won't be able to get enough."

Tony_LF: I lay face down in a puddle of my own sweat as you lay down on me...my unconscious, dirty body under you as you grind your belgian road on my ass..."zzz...zzz...zzz..." can't even hear what you're saying, fans yelling insults at you

Belgium_Vicious: Then I get up, seeing the guards return to rescue you again. The medics and the stretcher arrive at full speed while they carry me away from you. I grab your Italian wrestling briefs and head towards the locker room while the medics take care of you.

Tony_LF: