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... Lights flicker. The room hums with tension. Concrete sweats. Money changes hands in the shadows... Announcer’s voice, low and dangerous: “Ladies and gentlemen… welcome to another night of pro wrestling ... for tonight! ... two contenders separated by a generation and ready to prove here who is the best ... No time limit to what’s allowed once that bell rings, stipulated to one fall ... Behind these ropes will stand fighters who don’t back down, don’t beg, and don’t break easy. They fight hard and they fight until someone can’t answer the call anymore. Only one fighter walks out with their reputation intact. So shut your mouth, raise your voices, and place your bets! ThiS is UNDERGROUND PRO WRESTLING! ...

16:07 Zeuscentauro: ... lights above dim low in the ring and others point to the entrance ... LETS WELCOME FIRST! ... AT 5'7 AND 200LBS ... COMING WITH THUNDERS AND LIGHTNINGS! ... an electric storm sound is heard loud around the arena ... THE SO-CALLED ALLMIGHTYYYYYY!!! ... ZEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUSSSSS!!! ... I open violently the curtains and walk towards the ring no pace no rush, hi5 some guys along the way ... I cross the steel barrier and run towards the ring leaping up over the edge of the apron, hold the top rope and giving another jump I land heavily in the ring slamming loud the bare soles of my feet, thick pecs dance with the impact, I stand for a couple of seconds looking around, black masked and black speedos ... suddenly I shoot myself to the ropes, hit the shoulder blades and bounce towards the opposite ropes, taking a feel of the ring, bouncing off the ropes I run towards my corner and climb up to the middle rope ... raising my guns up and shooting a 19.5in double bicep flex! ... GRRRRYEAAHHHH!!... working the crowd, they roar and some start chanting my name ... I lower my arms before I drop back to the canvas ... bouncing on tip toes, letting thick pecs dance freely ... the announcer continues ... AAAAAAAAAAAND HIS OPPONENT! ...

16:08 Zeuscentauro:

16:15 Bombardier: I arrive at arena for my match with the Peruvian muscleman. It's been years since we wrestled and our matches were classics. From the locker room I can hear the buzz of the small crowd excited to see the 2 veteran grapplers meet again. I strip off my street clothes and slide into my red squares with a white maple leaf on the ass. The attendant calls for me and I come out my music blaring. I stride to the ring step on the apron and bow and the music subsides as the announcer speaks "From Toronto, Canada at 5' 10" 196 lbs, please welcome BOMBARDIER" I nod to he fans and step in the ring hen bow to the audience The fans are already in an uproar after you were announced and no doubt put on a show for them

16:15 Bombardier:

16:21 Zeuscentauro: ... I hear your entrance and take a look at the entrance ... approaching slowly to the side of the ring ... there he is a long time rival in the pro wrestling world ... I roll neck and thick shoulders as I follow your entrance ... the crowd roaring excited ... as you approach I pedal back as the ref motions me to step back ... I step back near my corner again and start pacing back and forth with hands on hips ... as you enter the ring and play the crowd the ref calls us to mid ring for a check an instructions ... I approach, eyes fixed on you showing no reaction under my mask ... lifting one boot at a time and letting the ref pat me all over ... the declares me clean and goes for your check ...

16:27 Bombardier: The noise lessens as fans anticipate the action to come. I look u over and see that the body is still awesome. The ref calls us to the center and we approach until we are almost touching until he move us back, our eyes locked . He checks u first and then and does the same to me. now he goes over the usual instructions as we both roll shoulders and tap our feet on the mat. "Hey does he take off that mask when I beat him?"

16:30 Zeuscentauro: ... I hear you taunt and point to you with a finger in your nose, arm tense and bicep pumping ... YOU WILL BE DONE BEFORE THAT! ... I taunt back at you as the ref place his hands between our bodies to make us apart and calls us to return to our corners ... I give a step back nodding at you and still point a finger at you before I turn around to head to my corner ... grab the top rope and tug it firmly doing a couple of squats to get ready before the bell ...

16:34 Bombardier: My question seems to get under ur skin as u point ur finger at me getting a rise from ur fans and u shout at me getting in my face more. I smirk as the ref steps between us and points to our corners. U turn around and I'm tempted to jump u from behind but decide against it and return to my corner . My back to the turnbuckles, I pull on the top ropes waiting for the bell

16:34 Bombardier: DING DING DING

16:38 Zeuscentauro: ... the bell rings and I quickly turn around letting go the top rope ... I step sideways rolling shoulders and adjusting trunks, looking at you as I follow the ropes with a hand ... the crowd roaring and cheering loud ... I come on guard slowly crouching some as I wipe my hands on my trunks and bring them forward, wiggling fingers in my front as I circle you ... the ref walking around with distance from the action but keeping a close watch ...

16:42 Bombardier: The bell rings and I move along the ropes wiping my hands on the top rope. The crowd standing and hooting as we move around the ring, raising our arms, knees bent as we circle and slowly close in, then rear back and lunge into a crunching collar n elbow lockup to start, both grunting , our feet set as as we grip tightly and press in

16:45 Zeuscentauro: ... circling closer and closer when suddenly you grunt followed by my own as we collide in a collar elbow lock up, I slam my boot forwards into the canvas heavily for momentum as I grunt ... GRRUGH!... pushing on you, crowd roaring the test of power as we both push into each other ... I grunt again with another bang of my boot into the canvas as I send another surge of strength into the push ... looking to force you back into the ropes ...

16:49 Bombardier: A roar as we lock up and struggle to move each other back to show who is stronger shuffling on the canvas as first on e then the other gets backed a step. U dip lower and power up into me more and FUCK I'm forced back until I hit the ropes and u bend me pec on pes. Ref calls for a break I tuck my chin down close to me chest wary of u

16:52 Zeuscentauro: ... step by step I finally get you into the ropes, I keep pushing on you arching your body over the top rope ... the ref steps close and yells the break ... after a couple seconds he pats my shoulder blades calling the break again ... I slowly straighten up my torso and slide off my arms slowly, seeing you protecting yourself ... I raise them as I nod at the ref pedaling back towards the mid ring ...

16:58 Bombardier: My back bent over the rope as the ref orders a break. U take ur time enjoying ur fans cheering ur show of strength then u slowly straighten up and take ur arms away and step back nodding to the ref. Spectators applauding the clean break. I come out toward u inviting another lockup. As our hands touch, I grab ur left wrist with my right hand. slide my left arm under elbow , lock my hand on my other arm and put u in a standing wristlock

17:02 Zeuscentauro: ... you coming out from the ropes and ref letting the actions continue ... we re circle, you motion me for another lock up ... I lunge forward for the lock up but you quickly shift the move grabbing and locking my wrist into a standing wristlock ... AAGGHHHHH!... I come up to the tip of my boots bouncing a couple of times as I slowly lower my heels as my other arm holds a tight fist ... my face grimacing under the mask as I try to turn slightly to the same direction to ease the pain ... slowly turning towards you and my fist opens and rest in your upper pec, pushing you backwards to the ropes looking for the break ...

17:07 Bombardier: I get the wristlock on tight pressing ur arm back forcing u on tiptoe feeling the pressure on ur arm YEAH U turn ur body in toward mine Ur fist against on my pec. Both of us sweating now under the bright ring lights. U get ur feet wide to push me toward the ropes. I yell at the ref "Watch his fits' As he looks in my hand snakes quickly up ur back to grab the back of ur mask yanking hard and taking u down too the mat. When U hit I stuff ur arm under pit knee to the side of ur neck with an armlock

17:08 Bombardier:

17:15 Zeuscentauro: ... pushing your back when you yell at the ref to distract him and unexpectedly I feel the pull of my mask from the back and end fall backwards as you reset the armbar and place a knee on the side of my neck ... AAGGHHH!!... feeling the stretch on the side of my neck and the tight lock of my arm ... UGHFFCK!! ... struggling to get out of the hold ... the ref checking my shoulder blades ... I bridge time to time to avoid the count ... slowly I start moving my legs bucking my body time to time trying to slide my head off your knee ... suddenly I lift my legs up bending my torso, hips up, glutes on show, thick legs up and locking around your head, ankles locking behind your head as I try to squeeze it and pull you down ... GRRRUGH!! ...

18:44 Bombardier: Working the armlock bending ur muscled limb and getting pressure on the elbow. Ur fans chanting to encourage u Ur shoulders hit the canvas and the ref drops down to check for a pin. U bridge up getting a shoulder off the mat then down again and u groan My\t bicep bulging against my side as I smirk at ur fans. Suddenly, whip ur thick legs up and around my neck pulling me down as ur ankle lock. ARGHH I lose my hold, my feet kicking the mat, hands prying at ur legs

20:53 Zeuscentauro: ... grunting as I tight and pull you down by your head ... you groan and finally let go my arm as you fall to the canvas I lean over my side to apply additional pressure squeezing hard your head ... GRRRUGHHH!!... gritting my teeth as my quads flex hard ... you kicking the canvas desperately and feeling your hands prying my legs ... I give a slap to my quad as I send another surge of strength into the headscissors ...

20:59 Bombardier: Ur thick legs wrapped around my head squeezing. U make it worse slapping those big quads UGHHH MY hands slam into the mat. Ur fans loving it chanting ur name My face turning red I shift on my ass moving so that we're end to end I grab ur ankles and move to one side then the other way rolling us over, prying at ur ankles until I grunt and pull my head loose and roll away to the corner

21:04 Zeuscentauro: ... grunting securing the hold with a tight flex of my legs but you are no new in this business and you slowly come up to your ass, grabbing my ankles and turning to one side forcing me to roll over my chest changing the leverage of the hold and allowing you to get your head loose and pull it out rolling towards the corner ... as I feel you manage to get free I roll to the opposite side and come up to one knee ... watching you carefully as I push up to standing and slide my thumbs under the waistband to give an adjust to my trunks as I pace back and forth in my side with my eyes fixed on you ... the crowd roaring the moment ... I suck a deep breath puffing up pecs and roll shoulders ... becoming on guard wiggling fingers ...

21:08 Bombardier: I pull myself to my feet shaking my head to clear the cobwebs taking deep breaths sweating more and more as the heat in arena rises. I see u adjusting yr trunks and feel a twitch in mine looking at ur muscled body across the ring. The ref tells us to continue and I crank my neck and slap my meaty pecs and start to the center and wave u in

21:11 Zeuscentauro: ... the ref motions us to keep going as the crowd also roar for action ... we come to mid ring waving me in ... I approach raising my arms for the collar elbow lock up but faint the move and shift to a side as I reach the top of your head and pull you forward at the time I raise my leg and slam my quad across your mid section ... WHAAMMMM!!....

21:14 Bombardier: U nod and start out to meet me in the middle of the ring , fans roaring anticipating the clash. Our arms up and coming together when u fake the lockup, step to one side and drill ur quad to my ripped abs OOOOF air rushes out and I gasp, stumbling back until I drop my ass on the bottom turnbuckle startled by the sudden move

21:20 Zeuscentauro: ... as you stumble back and drop to your ass in the corner ... I approach you bouncing pecs and reach down that white hair and pull you up to standing slowly, pushing your head back by the jaw making your shoulder blades roll over the buckle, opening that core section ... WHAAMMMM!! .... FOREARM SMASH! across your chest ... WHAAMMMM!.... twice .... WHAAAMMMM!!... three times ....

21:25 Bombardier: U stalk after me to the corner as I try to catch my breath. Then u yank my hair pulling me to my feet Ur hand goes under my manly chin forcing my head back and u blast my chest with forearm smashes UGH UGH UGH UR fans dancing with glee as u punish the Canadian. The ref yells at u about the hair pull and gets between us warning u . I struggle upright reach, tap his shoulder and as he turns I rake ur eyes

21:29 Zeuscentauro: ... I was about to keep sending another one when the ref steps in warning me about the hair pull ... arguing some with him and trying to pushing him aside ... AAAGHH!... FFFFCK! ... you rake my eyes blinding me temporarily ... I rub my watery eyes as I give a couple of steps back ... blinking time to time as blurry images of you in the corner dont let me to keep my attacks ...

21:33 Bombardier: U scream out after the eye rake and now the fans start hissing and booing. The ref looks confused why u are rubbing ur eyes I come away from the corner circling to attack u from the side while ur vision is blurred. I snatch ur arm hooking mine inside and take u down to the mat on ur back and my legs wrap the arm i worked before into a short arm scissors

21:37 Zeuscentauro: ... before I can clear my vision I feel my arm hooked and dragged backwards ... I fall backwards slamming my other arm at my side but before I can do anything you quickly wrap your legs around my arm ... AAAGHHHHH!! .... slapping my shoulder as I tense my arm between your legs as you keep pulling it ... your legs over my heavy breathing pecs ... I kick a couple of times my heels into the canvas ... FFFFCK! ... teeth gritting ...

21:41 Bombardier: I lock the scissors on ur arm U groan and kick ur legs as I lean back lifting the arm increasing the pressure U hot breath on my legs. I sit up, lean in cup my hands around ur neck then throw my weight forward over u and start rolling us , ur back coming down hard on each roll BAM BAM BAM BAM then I shift some of my weight to ur shoulder. The ref drops to the mat and slaps down 1....2

21:46 Zeuscentauro: ... UGH!!... I kick again my heel rumbling the ring boards when you put your hands on my neck and start rolling up ... UGH!... UGH!! ... UGH!!! ... ending with you weighing on my shoulder to pin me down ... the ref immediately comes down for the count ... sliding a hand under my shoulder blade and ONE! ... FFFFFFFCK! ... I squirm under you placing my hands on your chest and belly ... TWOOO!! ... with a growl ... GRRUGH!! ... I push you off me flipping you over my head as I roll to my side shaking my head ... the ref shooting two fingers in the air ...

21:50 Bombardier: Trying to get as much of my bodyweight on u as I can pressing down for the pin The ref's arms starting down when u get ur hands on my torso buck and push me up and off u. My hands slap the mat in anger glaring at the ref as he waves off the pin attempt. I reach out and grab that arm extend it on the mat and drive my knee to the bicep. Then I get to my feet, adjust my tenting trunks and back away

21:55 Zeuscentauro: ... AGHHHH!... I pull my arm immediately folding it in front of me as I nurse the pick of my bicep ... DAMN!! ... I rearrange my legs and come up to my boots shaking my arm to get loose and ready ... the crowd in mix reactions cheering and chanting their favorite ... the ref again motion us to continue ... I suck a deep breath, puffing up pecs, slap delts and start circling again ...

21:58 Bombardier: U moan form the bicep shot and get to ur knees then up holding the arm close to ur body. The crowd in an uproar as we battle in the ring. U puff up those big pecs and come off the ropes circling with me. Both us taking some hard shots but determined to win this match as we move closer

22:02 Zeuscentauro: ... circling closer ... thinking the best way to break this tough vet ... I keep circling suddenly I charge at you, duck under your armpit and position behind you lifting my arms under your armpits and hooking them as I lock my fingers behind your head ... GRRRUGHHHH!!.... FULL NELSON! ... GRRRUG! ... grunting as I tight the hold ... thick pecs brushing your upper back ... GRRRUGH!! ... my bulge rubbing your ass ... COME ON FCKR! ...

22:06 Bombardier: U suddenly move on me fast using ur agility to duck under my arms and slip behind, sliding ur arm up and hands locking on my neck in a full nelson. U press on my neck forcing my head toward my chest.> I can feel ur bulge against my ass ARGGH I thrash caught in the nelson then set my feet wide , raise my arms and try to use my leverage to bring my arms attempting to break the hold "Fuck u"

22:09 Zeuscentauro: ... grunting as I feel you struggling in the hold ... our bodies rubbing as I slowly pushing your head down looking to sink that chin in your pec valley ... GRRUGH!!... you raise your arms trying to break the hold ... as you stretch lifting those arms I quickly unlock and slam my FOREARMS! into each side of your rib cage ... WHAAAAMMMM!! ...

22:12 Bombardier: Gritting my teeth my biceps flexed as I begin to force ur arms down wen u pull ur arms free and drill powerful forearms to my ribs on both sides UGHHH UGHH pain shoots through my body I lunge forward and thrust my head under the top rope "Get him back ref "

22:16 Zeuscentauro: ... as you lunge forward I start following you but you quickly got the protection in the ropes ... the ref warning me to back off ... COME ON! ... I place hands on hips and argue with him shaking my head as I turn to the crowd and climb up the corner, raising my arms to work on them to boo ... then I drop down and turn resting my back on the padded buckle and motion you to come out safe from the ropes ...

22:19 Bombardier: U come after me but the ref orders u back much to the annoyance of ur fans who hoot at me. U back away and I pull my head inside and see u climbing the turnbuckles showboating for ur fans making them even louder. I walk along the ropes to the opposite side swinging my arm after the rib blows. I turn and move toward the center

22:24 Zeuscentauro: ... as you move out of the ropes ... I move out of the corner and circling some stepping closer towards the mid ring ... wiggling fingers as I lift my arms, I charge at you and this time I toss myself to the canvas tackling your left leg to bring you down face forward and jump over you wrapping your head with my arm in a GROUND HEADLOCK! ... GRRRUGHH!!... leaning my side on you burying your face into the side of my pec meat ... GRRRUGH!!! ...

22:28 Bombardier: We carefully come to the center Once again u use ur quickness dropping down and taking my leg out making to fall face down. I protect my face with my forearm but u jump over me and wrap ur muscular arm around my neck into a headlcok UGHH My feet drumming the mat as my face is pressed into ur heavy pec

22:31 Zeuscentauro: ... leaning heavy on you to tight and squeeze your head, moving and flexing my arm to crank your neck, legs spread to keep my balance ... feeling your warm breath into my pec as my sweat starts dripping into your face ... COME ON! ... GIVE UP FCKR! ... I grunt squeezing hard your head in the headlock ... panting heavy, pecs bulging between my arms ...

22:34 Bombardier: Both of us drenched in sweat bodies and trunks as U grind the headlock turning my face red as I grunt U start to demand my submission giving me a surge of adrenaline and I pull my knees under me and raise my body to kneeling then I start hammering ur kidneys with forearm smashes BAM BAM BAM

22:41 Zeuscentauro: ... I hear your groan and struggles but you rearrange your position and drag your knees under you forcing me to lift my torso to a seated position, I try to keep the hold on you coming up to one knee ... AAGHHHH!! ... feeling a strike to my kidney area ... my torso shakes with the impact ... I try to keep the hold tight on you ... AAGHHHH!!... a second one in the same spot forces me loose the hold, still my arm around your head ... AAGHHH!!... the third one forces me to let you go as I bring the back of my hand to the sore kidney area ... FFFCK!! ...

22:45 Bombardier: After each hit u groan but keep the hold although it is loosening On the third smash ur finally forced to release the headlcok saving me more punishment U scream bringing ur hand to ur back I grab that arm that I had worked on before pull it down and scissor it with my legs stuffing it under my pit and putting my free arm under ur elbow into an armbar "Now u feel it fucker"

22:49 Zeuscentauro: ... as I nurse my sore spot in my back you grab my arm again and place another armbar on it with your legs scissoring my gun ... AGGGHHHH!!... I slap the canvas with my free arm and bang my boots rumbling the ring boards ... AAGHH!! ... I tense my arm to avoid the full lock of my elbow, bicep pumping as I try to reach my arm with my other arm ... UGH!! ...

22:52 Bombardier: The armbar locked on I wiggle on my ass to pull us further from the ropes Then I jerk the arm hard leaning forward then back to increase the torque on ur elbow Ur strong arm is tensed. veins popping as u resist the nasty hold I keep forcing the elbow to bend inward slpwly more and more

22:53 Bombardier: Ask the prick ref , ask him"

22:56 Zeuscentauro: ... UGGHHAAGH!! ... kicking boots hard on the canvas as you slowly extend more my arm ... the ref coming down and yelling at my face ... I yell out a NOOOOAAGHH!! ... slowly turning towards you ... dragging my legs under me and placing a knee, your legs coming up as you keep the hold in my arm, I lean over you to pin your shoulder blades ... the ref shifts position from me towards you ... slap ... ONE! ...

23:00 Bombardier: U yell a loud NOOOO to the ref and keep kicking U turn toward me getting to a knee and rolling on my shoulders I'm startled when the ref shouts 1..2 I free one foot and hammer my heel high to chest then again and again until u fall to ur back, the arm bar still on as I crank it more sweat and spit flying

23:01 Bombardier:

23:05 Zeuscentauro: ... the ref slaps the two as I struggle to keep you pinned but before the ref slaps the three you send the boot heel into my chest ... OOOFFF!!... knocking me down back to the canvas as you rearrange the armbar ... UGHAGGH!! ... kicking boots in the canvas as I start bucking my body to get close to the ropes and finally I toss a boot over the bottom rope forcing the ref the call the break ...

23:09 Bombardier: I keep the hold locked on tight U frantically kick and buck hopefully using most of the strength u have left digging deep to finally swing a boot over the bottom rope. My fans groan, urs cheer. The ref orders a break but I keep the hold locked on He counts 1..2..3..4 then I break at the last second and roll away and up to my feet staying as close to u as I can

23:12 Zeuscentauro: ... I hear the ref yelling the break but you keep it longer ... I kick my boots a couple of times before you finally release my arm I roll back and forth on the canvas holding my arm ... FFFFFCK! ... face grimacing and slowly coming up to one knee shaking my arm ... you keeping yourself close to me ... my face up to your bulge, close a fist with my good arm and fire a quick hard punch into your gut ... WHAAMM!! ... and followed by a second one ... WHAAMMM!!...

23:19 Bombardier: U roll on the mat grimacing under the mask and struggle to ur knee ur bad arm hanging to the side and u shake it out. I get careless and too close to u so that u can throw punches with ur good arm drilling me in the gut OOF The first stings me on the second I twist and it goes off my hip. I slam my foot to ur pecs. Then I snatch the bad arm and drag u out on ur stomach then twist the arm up ur back putting my body on top of u as I crank the chicken wing

23:25 Zeuscentauro: ... about to stand up when your foot slams into my chest ... OOOFFFFF!!! ... slowing me down again and falling backwards ... trying to roll to my side to come up again when you grab my already punished arm and roll me over my chest and hammer it on my back ... AAGGHHHHHHH!!... you lock it with a chicken wing ... pain shoots again in my arm as I start kicking desperately the tip of my boots into the canvas ... AGGGGHHHH!!... my free arm stretching trying to reach the bottom rope but barely touching with my finger prints I cant secure a grab on it ... face grimacing and teeth gritting ... finally I cant bear more pain in my arm and I start pounding the canvas with my hand and yelling out I GIVE I GIVE!!! ...FFFFFFFFCK! ...

23:30 Bombardier: My right hand holding ur wrist and my left arm goes under ur jaw arching ur head back U flail ur feet as u feel the arm going numb. MY trunks tenting more from the excitement of the match ur free arm reaches out trying desperately to reach the ropes to save u but it's inches far for u to grab and U yell out ur submission. The ref calls for the bell and I roll out off u on my back my big chest heaving

23:35 Zeuscentauro: ... as you roll off my back I bring my arm towards my chest as I roll over my back nursing it as I slowly come up to a seated position watching you heaving laying on the canvas and the ref reaching down your arm to lift it up as winner ... face in pain and pushing up with my free hand I come up to one knee and finally standing but tossing myself into the ropes as I lean there for a moment shaking my arm ...

23:38 Bombardier: I sit up and the ref takes my arm and I stand the arm raised. The fans are standing and break into cheers for both wrestlers after a long arduous back and forth match . U lean against the ropes I walk over and raise ur arm to the fans to raucous cheers. Then we step through the ropes and make our way to the locker room arm in arm hands slapping our back as we go

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