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PabsTheFighter: I was in South America a few years ago and had the extreme pleasure of meeting The Legend, Zeus...our time was short but intense...without divulging details, I'll say I have looked forward to a re-match with my friend/foe...the venue is one we chose at random...basement setup with only a few guys...not crowded...a reputable group of business men and medical guys...they don't mingle with the average folk and tonight is no different...I'm in the locker room...a well-furnished facility...slipping into my speedo, I check the mirror...my bf rubbing my shoulders as the anxiety builds...he wraps a towel over my shoulders then slaps my ass..."go get him, Champ!"...I turn and exit...jog down and dive under the bottom rope...standing I place the towel over the buckle...215# 5'10"...40 years...bare feet...no pads...I'm pumped...

PabsTheFighter:

Zeuscentauro: ... I hear the small crowd already roaring as you make your entrance ... I adjust my wrestling trunks, rolling shoulders and neck when I hear a guy performing as the announcer ... AAAAAND HIS OPPONENT! ... THE ALL MIGHTYYYYY!! ... ZEEEEEEEUUUUSSS!! ... I cross the door and with a quick run I jump over the edge of the apron and a second jump takes over the top rope ... landing heavy slamming my barefeet on the ring boards ... they rumble as my pecs shake with the impact ... I run to my corner and I climb up the corner for shoot a double bicep flex! ...

Zeuscentauro:

PabsTheFighter: And there he is...larger than life...I'm transported back to another time...you and me...hotel...you in the poser...I snap back to reality, knowing this will be one of the toughest fights of my life...so much riding on it...to compete, I know I must do something...I step forward and drop to a knee...my own double cep for anyone interested...my trunks already tenting...

Zeuscentauro: ... I drop down and turning around to look for you and see you on one knee flexing biceps ... I nod at you with hands on hips, taking a look around of the crowd watching their reaction ... before you finish I turn around in a crab pose tensing torso muscles and then another bicep flex ... GRRRYEAHHH!!... so guys can compare ... I drop my guns and turn around to see you ...

PabsTheFighter: Unable to compete, I stand...adjust my cock and approach you...hands out...as if for a handshake, but pull you in for a hug...whisper, "I lost last time...not again"...break the hug and step back...showing the crowd I'm unafraid of their hero...

Zeuscentauro: ... as I turn around I see you standing up and start approach for a handshake ... I nod taking a quick look around as I extend my hand for the shake but you grab my hand and pull me into you wrapping your arms around my waist ... UGHHH!!... the bell rangs ... DING! ... as the crowd erupts in cheers and chants for their favorite ... UGHHH!!... I hear your taunt as I place my hands on your pecs and start pushing aginst you as I growl trying to break the hold ... GRRRUGHFFFK! ...

PabsTheFighter: I release and step back...sniff my hands for your musk...begin circling...my friend now my warrior...guard up...knees flexed...ready to respond to whatever you try...

Zeuscentauro: I manage to break the initial move ... I suck a breath, chest expanding and start circling you as you guard up ... I wipe my hands on my trunks and bring them forward as I crouch on guard too ... circling and gradually stepping closer ... the crowd roaring around the action ... as I keep getting closer, suddenly I grunt as I lunge forward for a collar elbow lock up but faint the move and duck under your arm and shift behind you hooking your arms by your armpits with my arms and pull them up violently in a FULL NELSON! ... GRRRRRUGH! ... locking my fingers behind your head ...

PabsTheFighter: The lights bright and the air steamy hot...you lunge and I do likewise...but you're not there...I stumble and you spin around behind me...locked in a full Nelson, I kick my feet out knowing you'll have to release me or hold as my ass hits the mat...

Zeuscentauro: ... tightening the lock as I grunt ... when quickly you expertly scape dropping your ass into the ring boards, your arms slide off my lock vertically and I step back as the canvas rattle some with your ass impact ... I roll shoulders as I pace back and forth in the other side to resume the action ... on guard wiggling fingers ...

PabsTheFighter: The escape works and I pop up to my feet...stretching a bit as thar was painful...I approach quickly, fake a collat and elbow...grab your left arm and twist...dancing on my toes as I increase the pressure...forcing you to bend forward...

Zeuscentauro: ... I move out to meet you mid ring as I cautiously circle you ... this time you charge, I hold myself and mirror your action for the collar elbow lock up but you shit into wrist lock twisting my arm ... AGGHHHH! ...I half double over as I bring my free hand to hold my arm ... I keep walking us in circle in mid ring as I slowly straighten up some and reach your own wrist with my free hand and duck under your arm to counter with wrist lock of my own and twisting it to force the palm of your hand face up to the weak lights above the ring ... GRRRUGH!! ... bouncing some on my tip toes ...

PabsTheFighter: I have that arm cranked tight...but you're on the move...I know you're fresh and ready...quickly, you counter...dip and spin...my arm now barred...twisted...palm torqued...I shout in pain...up on my toes as I try to find a better position...free hand to my shoulder......I drop to a knee...

Zeuscentauro: ... twisting that wrists as I hear your groan ... you drop to a knee and I take the chance to lift a leg over your arm, mounting your arm over your shoulder join as I lift your arm up between my legs cranking that shoulder join ... GRRRRRR!!! ... pecs bulging between my arms as I hold your forearm firmly with your elbow join locked ...

PabsTheFighter: Fuckkkkk...as I try to stand, you swing a massive leg over and lower your crotch onto my shoulder...arm trapped ..twisted painfully...swing my free left fist wildly...

Zeuscentauro: ... I hear your groan of pain ... I keep cranking that arm as I hear the cheers and chants from the guys then I give a short jump and slam my ass into your shoulder as I let go your arm ... WHAAAAMMMM!... I walk away and turn around watching you as I pace some back and forth behind you ...

PabsTheFighter: My left fist swings wildly and doesn't land any worthwhile blows...you leap and drop...my shoulder feels like it shattered...I hit the mat hard...left hand to right shoulder as I roll left , right, left...face a mask of pain...feet kicking wildly...

Zeuscentauro: ... I see rocking the canvas holding your shoulder... I step closer and grab your by the already sore arm by your wrist, pull it apart extending over the canvas my other hand on your shoulder, I kick up my legs up ... WHAAMMM!... knee drop on your bicep ... I quickly pull your arm up and lock it under my armpit into an arm bar, locking your elbow join and jerking some as I become to a knee at your side ... GRRRUG! ... watching around the crowd who roars the ring action ...

PabsTheFighter: My arm grabbed and extended on the mat...I struggle but shoulder is a mess...pressed down, you do a handstand...impressive...muscled bod remains vertical then knee crashes to my cep...I scream...muscles all flexed in agony as I try in vain to escape..arm barred...arggghhhh...I twist but get knee to side...ahhhhhh...fuckkkk...

Zeuscentauro: ... you scream the pain and manage to get to a knee ... I slowly standing up as I pull you up by your locked arm, I unlock your arm and pull it across my chest with one hand and my other arm goes under your arm and hook the back of your neck, pulling your neck down to fold you over and flip you back to the canvas ... I drop to a knee and barrel your arm again this time with my other knee on the side of your face ... GRRRUG!! ... pecs bulging between my arm as I lock tight your arm... looking around the crowd as I nod receiving the cheers and chants ...

PabsTheFighter: Wiggle my right fingers trying to keep some feeling...we move to standing as I scan for the ropes...arm trapped.. I reach foe the ropes but you block and flip me hard back to the mat...back hits hard...right arm briefly freed...you grab it and lock...arggghhh...knee to my face as I am on my left side...left hand slapping my right shoulder as I'm stretched out...stretch leg but in center ring and can't reach rope...another knee drop...boooommmmm...agony...I cry out again...sweat-drenched and desperate...unable to break away...

Zeuscentauro: ... your feet drumming the canvas as you cry out the pain ... I pull my knee off your face, I reposition a little moving my extended knee under your barred arm ... right under the locked elbow, interlock your fingers with mine and start bending your wrist down as your elbow join feel the pressure of my knee from under ... GRRRUG! ....

PabsTheFighter: Arggghhhh...body twists in an attempt to reduce the pain...left hand slapping frantically then massaging the right shoulder...teeth gritted as you increase the pressure on right elbow...wrist twisted...I press feet to mat and arch...pushing as I try to break away...trapped...

Zeuscentauro: ... you pressing up with your feet to arch your body to ease the pain ... I pull off your arm from my knee and holding it by the wrist I stand up and place my right barefoot on your armpit, I start pulling your arm up as I press down with my barefoot against your pit ... GRRRUG!! ... hearing the roar and cheers from the crowd ...

PabsTheFighter: My arch collapses and the pain increases...bite a knuckle on my left hand as I assess my options...suddenly you move the knee...yessss...a moment of hope, hope you'll make a mistake...foolish...you yank my damaged right arm and press your foot into my pit...crying out again as I twist in desperation...gasping in pain...the audience noise deafening as they cheer on their hometown boy...

PabsTheFighter:

Zeuscentauro: ... your crowd remaining quiet and watching close the action as the cheers from my crowd keep fueling me to keep the action going ... I keep pressing my barefoot into your pit for some more seconds before I pull my foot off your pit and pull you up to standing with your right arm still lock it under my armpit ... I step behind your folding your right arm behind your back, secure it with my left hand holding it in place as I step to your front and with my right arm, hook your groin, grunt as I lift you up ... gRRUGH!! ... holding you briefly across my chest before I toss you back to the canvas with a BODYSLAM! over your folded arm in your back ... ring shakes with the impact ...

PabsTheFighter: My shoulder stretched far out of joint as you yank and stomp at my pit...completely at your mercy, I ask myself if I have already failed...suddenly you stop...slamming my arm to the mat, I wail...kicking wildly...chest heaving...pulled to my feet, feeling like I may vomit...you lock my right behind my back...right pec steetched...shoulder fucked...scooped, I kick but have no power...slammed to the mat...all my weight dropping on the torqued right...I cry out...arch up and drop...arm remaining trapped...arch up again...head rolls to side...eyes slammed shut...

Zeuscentauro: ... as you remain laying on the canvas ... I launch myself and drop my upper body across yours ... reach down for your leg, hook it up high ... one guy approach to the edge of the canvas and starts the count ... ONE! ... TWO!! ....

PabsTheFighter: My right arm still behind my back and totally numb...you drop across me and my body folds...drops...I hear the fan slap...1...2...nooooo...I kick my feet and shoot up my left arm jist eniugh to get my shoulder off the mat...hurting bad but unwilling to be pinned so quickly...

Zeuscentauro: ... the guy point two fingers up in the air and return to the seat ... fans frustrated as I almost got you ... I stand up, adjusting trunks and fold over reaching your head ... pull you up to your feet ... grab your right arm by the hand and pull it down hard looking to keep working that shoulder socket ... GRRUGH!!... barefeet slamming the canvas .... ring boards rumbling ...

PabsTheFighter: Somehow...some way...the count stops...you release my leg and it flops to the mat...you rise and I roll to my left side...feet slowly kicking as I grip my right shoulder...its badly damaged...my eyes open wide as you pull me to standing by right arm...arggghhh...left hand up pleading...you leap and land.. tearing my arm...I drop to knees...silent scream on my lips...fall away from you and to my back...right leg out...left knee bent and foot planted...chest heaves as I try to breathe...the pain thru the roof intense...

Zeuscentauro: ... I step closer as I roll neck and shoulders ... reaching down again your head and pulling you to your feet ... hook your groin and scoop you up as I grunt ... hold you across my chest, walk half way around the ring before I step towards the mid ring and drop to a knee as I let your back falls into my extended knee with a OVER THE KNEE BACKBREAKER! ... I let go your body off my knee to the canvas ...

PabsTheFighter: Pulled from the mat...I try to keep my right side away from you...shove your chest with my left...even throw a weak chop to your huge pecs...but it's ineffective...scooped up in your mighty arms...you move to mid ring...then drop...fuckkkkkk...my body bends over your knee...folded unnaturally...trunks barely able to contain me...abs heave...toes touch the floor as I dangle suspended...then shoved to mat...right arm flopping painfully...land on gut and draw my knees up...ass exposed...gasping for air...back on fire...

Zeuscentauro: ... I stand up and walk around you and finally I stand in front of you towering you as I reach down grab your head again, pulling you up slowly, grab your right arm and toss you to the far ropes ... I wait a second before I charge after you and leap up sending my barefeet out to aim your chest ...

PabsTheFighter: Pulled unceremoniously to my feet, I wobble...lean on you for support...grabbing my right arm, I almost pass out...you sling me hard...I am able to turn and hit back first...but it's a brutal hit and I'm stunned...in an ideal world, I'd see you coming and counter...but I'm in shock...I drop to my ass...hoping just maybe your drop kick will miss...

Zeuscentauro: ... you drop to your ass and my feet kick the air ... my widen as I can stop myself from free fall and land heavily on my back at your side as you are seated on the canvas ... stunned momentarily as I fold my legs and plant my feet on the canvas, sucking and trying to catch my breathing ... my fans become silent and now your fans erupt in cheers ...

PabsTheFighter: I feel like I just won the lottery...your kick misses and you drop...lady luck has smiled on me...as much as I need to capitalize on the moment, I need to recuperate...rolling out of the ring, I grip my right arm and stumble to the security rail...shaking it...flexing my fingers...tenderly testing for pain...all the while, my eyes on you in the ring...my sweaty hair plastered to my head...a couple fans offer words of encouragement...

Zeuscentauro: ... catching up my breath I roll to my side giving a rub to my back as I give a shake of my head ... fans yelling at me and some booing as you spend time outside ... I start scanning the ring looking for you as I come up to a knee and see you leaning on the security rail ... I drop myself to the canvas and roll under the bottom rope ... the crowd getting wild as I go after you coming from behind raising my arms up and clenching fists together, looking to smash my forearms between your shoulder blades ... both crowd yell to both of us ...

PabsTheFighter: I want you to truly believe I'm a broken man...your easy prey...with you in my peripheral vision, I see those arms rise...know you have cruel intentions...I wait...wait...then kick back fast and hard...deep into your lower abs...plant my foot then kick again...needing you to feel some of the pain I have felt this fight...

Zeuscentauro: ... UUGHHHH!... pecs shake with the shock wave of the impact as I half double over, arms drop to my sides, when a second kick forces another dance of my pecs and fold completely holding my abs with both arms as my breath comes out in a gutural groan ... UGGGHHHFFFF!! ... trying to catch my breath as my crowd yells at me to react ... your fans start cheering and chanting on you ...

PabsTheFighter: Pabs! Pabs! Pabs!...I hear the chant and see you doubled over...I quickly rule out a dozen different move options...being a one armed wrestler for now, I must be creative...very creative...right arm dangles as I turn to face you...left hand grips your hair and I lift a knee smashing your face...a second knee landed, I drag you towards the ring, knowing a pin or sub doesn't count unless in the ring...I release your hair and roll in...careful to avoid hitting my right shoulder, I rise...

Zeuscentauro: ... you grab my hair ... THUUDD!... head snaps back but you still grabbing my hair ... my arms unfold from my abs and a hang ... THUUUDD!! ... a second knee forces another snap back of my head, thick legs wobble some this time as I become groggy ... still held by the hair and walked towards the ring ... I walk wobbly shaking my head in your grip as we approach to the ring, suddenly you let go my hair and you roll in the ring ... I place my hands on the edge of the apron as I give another shake of my head to clear cowebs ... FFFCK! ... for a moment I stop hearing the crowd and now hearing just yells at me to react ... some boos from some... others cheering and chanting ...

PabsTheFighter: My knees did some damage, but your tough as a leather shoe...and hot as molten iron...I see you struggling and am energized...I stomp the mat as I shout, "c'mon bitch...get in here!"...my left arm waving you onward...kick at the bottom rope hoping you'll get pissed and sloppy...

Zeuscentauro: ... you start taunting at me ... I give another shake of my head before I lean over the edge of the apron and roll under the bottom rope getting back to the ring ... pushing up to my fours before I plant a knee and start making my way up ...

PabsTheFighter: As much as I'd like to attack, I know you're dangerous, injured or not...I approach slowly...left arm forward, right back and hanging...I want your focus on my left hand...planning a kick into that gut...I spit on the mat..."now, fucker...come on!"...

Zeuscentauro: ... you approach slowly and I become on guard ... circling when you pull out a left arm ... the crowd roaring ... I lift my right arm to lock with your left hand ... I start raising my left arm wiggling my fingers for your right one ... the crowd yelling the interlock test of strength ...

PabsTheFighter: We lock one hand each...you taunt me knowing my right is out of commission...I kick up, aiming for your abs...

Zeuscentauro: ... UUUGHHHHHAGGFFF!! ... abs taken off guard, and giving a tight flex in late response as the shock wave of the impact forces another dance of my pecs ... your toes doing the work sinking deep into the abdominal section forcing another spit of breath, my left arm drops and hang at my side as my right arm still with fingers locked with yours ...

PabsTheFighter: I was honestly concerned you may catch my leg with your free hand...when the kick lands, I'm thrilled...spit flies from your mouth...I break my left hand from your right and just stand there a moment...staring...my hot opponent suddenly in trouble...as you straighten up, I deliver a left hand knife edge chop to your chest...putting all my weight into it...

Zeuscentauro: ... catching my breath and slowly straighten up when I see that fast moving arm towards me but unable to react on time ... OOOOOFFFF!!... pec meat shakes and flexes in tension in aftermath reaction, arms waving as I stumble back and fall into the ropes ... arms draped as my torso bounces a couple of times in place on the top rope ... chest burning with that vicious chop ... FFFFCK! ... panting and shaking head to bear with burning pain ...

PabsTheFighter: The chop echoes...the audience gone eerily quiet...I grab your right hand with my right and left hands...plant my feet and attempt to sling you across the ring...I get you moving but at a tremendous cost...dropping to my knees...my right arm exploding in pain...knowing that move cost me much more than it cost you...left hand to right shoulder...frantically massaging...right arm dangles limply and numb...sweat pouring freely...

Zeuscentauro: ... you grab my arm and slingshooting me across the ring, you drop to your knees in the middle of the execution ... I keep my run across the ring, hit the ropes with my blades, bounce back to you with momentum, giving to large steps before leaping up shot and sending my barefeet towards your chest ... DROPKICK!... I land controlling the fall on my side and roll up to one knee watching you ...

PabsTheFighter: You slam the buckles and the ring quakes...though I needed to meet you, my right has me crippled...your boots slam my chest and I fall back...head and upper chest over the bottom rope...panting as I desperately need air in my lungs...trunks barely able to restrain my snake from escaping...

Zeuscentauro: ... I roll up to my barefoot and adjust my trunks as I approach to you, I reach down for your head and slowly pull you up to your feet pushing your head under the top rope in your way up to set your half body out of the ring and lower body inside, the top rope across your shoulder blades as I lock your chin with my fingers and slowly start pulling that head back ... GRRRUGGHHH!... the crowd in mix reactions with boos and cheers ...

PabsTheFighter: My shoulder fucking throbbing...pain off the scale...you pull me and lock me between middle and top rope...my bulge trapped under the middle rope...arms outstretched, I whimper...right arm drops, unable to hold on...you draw back my chin...pulling my head back...back...back...body arched grusomely...my cock springs against the middle rope and I moan...mouth slammed shut, I plead with my eyes that you end this catastrophe...

Zeuscentauro: ... I hear your pain as I slowly pull your head back ... nodding time to time around to the crowd as my fans cheers and your fans yells at me and boo me ... YEAAHHHH!!... I stop pulling for a moment, give a little distance as I still hold your chin and lift my right barefoot and place it on the middle of your back ... gRRRUUUGH!... I start pushing my foot against your back as I keep the lock of your chin in place, biceps tense and pumped as I try to hold you in position ...

PabsTheFighter: Ahhhhhh... head pulled... foot to my back... body arches yet further... left arm clinging to the top rope...feet tangled in lower ropes...I fear you'll release my head and I'll sail out into the crowd...abs tight as I arch painfully back... eyes to the skies...

Zeuscentauro: ... I hear your screams as the crowd keeps booing the action ... I drop my foot and stop the pulling of your head, pushing down and pass it through back inside, as I quickly grab your left arm and toss you to the opposite ropes ... I wait for your bounce and open wide my arms ...

PabsTheFighter: You break the hold and I'm on verge of collapse...kindly, you grab my left arm and sling me across...I hit ropes to my back...feel the familiar stretch...stretch...then rocket back...right arm useless...I see you but have no plan...lift my left arm, aiming a forearm for your jaw...knowing it's a desperation move...

Zeuscentauro: ... I see you coming, holding myself to receive, wiggling my fingers at both sides of me but at last moment you lift your left arm and smash that forearm into my jaw ... THUUUUUDDDD!! ... the hit with your momentum forces my head to shift to the side violently, liights shot down for a second in my brain to come up like seeing stars around my head, my guns drop motionless momentarily as I stumble back a couple of steps, still standing my in dizzy mood, giving a shake of my head as I slowly lift my right hand to my jaw to give it a check ...

PabsTheFighter: Being arched back on those ropes really has me reeling...my forearm lands and I see it surprises my meaty foe...but I need recovery time badly...on unsteady feet, I back into the corner...head hanging low...lift my right arm and find it quite painful...massage my shoulder as i lean back...contemplating how this match is going to end...feet planted firmly...I watch you...

Zeuscentauro: ... I see you pedaling back into the corner trying to recover ... I blink my eyes with another shake of my head as I start wacking towards your way, still clearing sense ... giving another shake of my head before I reach you and lift my arms to grab your head and pull you out of the corner, twist my torso and hip toss you to the mid of the ring ... WHAAMMM!...

PabsTheFighter: You approach like an angry bull...shaking that head...snorting...I kick out at you, hitting your thigh, but you barely flinch...you grab my skull and flip me hard to the mat...doing everything to protect my arm, I hit hard to my back...muscles all flex as I slam...kick my feet slowly...

Zeuscentauro: ... as you slam the canvas with your back and your feet kicking some the canvas I take the run across the ring, hit the ropes, bounce back to you ... leap up high, pulling up my arm out, folding an elbow in the way down aiming that chest ...

PabsTheFighter: Back stinging from the hip toss...exhausted from this battle...I see you steam at me like a freight train...and I can't move...that elbow slams my chest like a locomotive...ribs cave...body folds then drops...legs wide...chest heaving...pain flooding my brain...

Zeuscentauro: ... WHAMMM!!... ring shaking with the impact as I elbow drop your chest ... I quickly cover you chest to chest and reaching for your leg to hook it up ... a guy from the crowd approach to the edge and start slamming the edge of the apron ... ONE!! ....crowd cheering and yelling in mix reactions ... TWOOO!!....

PabsTheFighter: Like a cannon struck dead center on my chest...I'm stunned...you wrap me up...leg hooked...in this moment I can truly appreciate the magnificent beast before me...comfortable wrestling in skimpy trunks, packed and loaded, cut muscle...just sexy as fuck...our nips grind as we rest chest to chest...I kick my free leg, but it's in the air and serves no good...kick and try to twist...nothing...right arm fukkkked...left trapped...I know it's time...as I see the hand race to slap 3...I close my eyes, knowing I have been privileged to be in the presence of greatness...not only a fantastic wrestler but a truly awesome person...3...

Zeuscentauro: ... you trying to kick out without success, finally the guy slaps the three and it is over ... I come up to my knees and pat your chest as I stand up, arms up for the crowd but for a quick pose to the flashes I place my foot on your chest with a double bicep flex ... then I step away and get out of the ring ... receiving some hi5s and hugs from the crowd as I head back to the locker room leaving you behind still in recovery on the canvas ...

PabsTheFighter: Foot to chest...all over...as you leap out, I roll to my left side...tenderly rising...sore from head to foot but especially worried about my right shoulder...I catch a glimpse of you...fans elated...broad shoulders...tapered waist...I shake my head...grateful.