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Mixed Battles
60 days in hell!!!
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Stories from G.
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W-745
Mixed wrestling, 400 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), no nudity, no blood.
As usual I arrive at the arena just in time. I am Dean Wonder, well really that is just my ring name. I’m kind of a big deal in local wrestling, as a former World Champion and former Tag Team Champion. I fill local arenas. Now at 35 years old I coming to the end of my career. That does not mean that I am washed up or anything like that. I’m still a pretty hot guy and I do very well with the ladies. As too wrestling, well I have not lost a match is over 3 years.
In my dressing room I hurry to get ready. The main event is just about to start. I am the headliner in the main event. I am quickly out of my street cloths. Reaching in my gear bag I grab my shiny white jockstrap. I step in to it and pull it up. I adjust my manhood so it forms a perfect bulge. My female fans go wild when they see that. I lace up shiny white boots and head to the ring.
As I climb the steps and enter the ring I see that my opponent is already there. Across from me on the opposite side of the ring is a stunningly beautiful young woman, who looks to be in her early twenties. She has the body of a goddess, a great figure and fabulous legs, I jus can’t help staring at her. She has on a aqua blue leotard that is so high cut it is almost a thong. As she moves you can see the tops of her deep tan pantyhose. She also wears aqua blue boots and her local federation world title belt.
With the opening instructions complete we return to our corners. I quickly adjust my jockstrap and I am ready to wrestle. Tonight I want to see just how fast I can put away the league champion and end the match. BONG!!!! hear we go, What has just happened to me? Three seconds into the match and I am on my back. She is on top of me and my shoulders are on the mat, she has me pinned.
The ref has begun to count me. ONE-TWO I get one shoulder off the mat. This seams to anger my opponent and she pounds me on my chest with her fore-arm. BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! She lands three very hard fore-arms to my chest. I’m gasping for air and my shoulders are down on the mat once again. ONE-TWO- THRE I just beat the three count.
The last time I was in this much trouble this quickly was the night I lost the world championship title. OMG, this girl is fast, tuff and very strong. “Oh dear god, no-no!!! she’s crushing me!!! REF-REF, make her stop. Please make her stop!!! She’s squeezing my manhood!!!” After pounding my chest, she reached around and grabbed my jockstrap squeezing my manhood really hard.
At this the ref began to count her out. She held me tightly till the count reached four before she let me go. The ref also made her get off me and go to a corner. As soon as she released my cock my hands flew to my hurting manhood, I cupped it with both hands. After a few seconds the ref says to me, “Come on champ, you’ve got to get up and wrestle her. Don’t make me count you out, Please, get up and wrestle her!!”
Slowly I get to my feet, as I do I stagger back into the corner against the turnbuckle. I grab the top rope to steady myself. The shock of so much pain has weakened my body. As the refs count reaches thirteen my opponent has had enough and races past the ref. Instantly a torrent of punches, fore-arms and knees rain down on me.
I’m screaming in pain as her punches slam into me. “Make her stop, make her stop!!!” But nothing or no one does. The pounding just keeps on coming. My face is contorted in pain as each punch connects with my body. My eyes are wide with fear. After absorbing eight of ten very hard punches and a knee strike very low to my abdomen I collapse to my knees in the corner.
As I am on my knees my opponents pantyhosed covered knee explodes against my chin. My eyes grow wide almost bugging out of my head, as I fall face first onto the mat. Grabbing my arms she pulls my to the center of the ring. There I lie, stretched out unable to get to my feet. In truth, unable to even move.
After only a very few seconds, my opponent hooks my boots under her arms, dropping down she locks me into a BOSTON CRAB. This is not just any BOSTON CRAB. She has me bent almost completely in half. I am unable to escape or to in any way fight her off. I am hopelessly trapped.
Knowing my situation is completely hopeless, she tells the ref to ask me if I want to submit to her. “Ask him ref, go on and ask him!!! Does he give up? Is he ready to submit to me? Ask him ref ask him!!!” The ref knows full well that my situation is hopeless I’m trapped and just seconds away from defeat.
“How about it Champ? She’s get you, you ready to submit to her? Let me end the pain for you!!!! Give up, just tell me you give up!!! My answer comes instantly:
I GIVE UP!!! I GIVE UP!!!!
SHE’S GOT ME. I GIVE UP!!!!
At this point my defeat is obvious. I have a huge DEFEAT BONER inside my jockstrap and it is fighting to get free. At any second `it is going to explode out of my jock and in to sight of all the fans.
PLEASE REF, PLEASE GET HER OFF ME!!!!
I SUBMIT!!! I SUBMIT!!!!
OMG, MAKE HER STOP!!!
SHE’S BEATEN ME!!!!
I SUBMIT TO HER!!!!
SHE’S WINS!!!!
I SUBMIT!!!
My young and victorious female opponent drops me to the mat. As she does I land on my rock hard boner. I scream in pain as my boner slams into the mat. “My boner, my boner!!! I roll onto my back grabbing at my manhood with both hands. “It hurts, it hurts!!! Dear god it hurts!!!!”
My opponent has come to were I am lying on the mat. “WOW!!! That thing is huge!!! Did I give you that?” I explain to her that yes she did. “Yes, you did this to me!! You gave me what is call a DEFEAT BONER. It’s what male wrestlers get when they lose to women and I lost to you.”
It takes me almost ten minutes to get to my feet and out of the ring.
It’s been almost 30 days since I lost my last match. That was a huge, humiliating and painful defeat. But as they say the show must go on. Ones again I am in a dressing room getting ready for my next match. Tonight’s opponent is a 31 yr old female that was once half of the world tag team champions. She has a lot of experience and is known as a tuff opponent.
I remove my street cloths and begin. Reaching in my gear bag I pull out a new pair of shiny tan fishnets. I put my feet into them and slowly work them up my legs over my hips and butt. I then pulls on shiny white boots and am now ready to head to the ring.
As I climb the steps, there she is. WOW!!! There is no way that she is 31 yrs old. She looks closer to 21 yrs old. What a body, large firm breasts, a narrow waist and fantastic legs. Along with the great body is blond hair and blue eyes. She looks more like Miss America, that a seasoned wrestler. She has on a white leotard, tan pantyhose and white boots.
The bell sends both of us at each other. I would like to say that I quickly overwhelmed my younger opponent. I would like to say that, but I can’t. The match quickly developed into a tremendous battle of skill and strength between us. For over 15 minutes she matched me hold for hold. Both of our arms and legs were worked over. I would take her to the mat, then she would take me.
Some were around the 16 or 17 minute mark there was a subtle change in the match. Slowly she began to over power me. Suddenly I was gasping for air and slowing down. Twisting my arm she whips me into a corner. I slam into the turnbuckle very hard. Before I can move she is on me. There is a complete turnaround in the match. She has become the aggressor and I have become her victim.
She now takes full advantage of my rapidly weakening condition. The punches come flying in on me. One after another of her punches slam into my body. They start high and quickly get very low. Her fist explodes into my lower abdomen right at the waist band of my fishnet pantyhose.
I am badly hurt by the low punch. I do however remain standing. A second punch follows the first but this time even lower. This one lands between the waist band and my manhood. What ever fight I had in me is now gone, I am just holding on.
Several more punches slam into me. First I am hit on my chin. That punch really rocks me. I sag but don’t go down. Second one crashes into my abdomen. OMG, I’m in pain as well as being very wossey. The third punch is another very low one and sends me to the mat.
I’m down and almost out. Dazed and just barely conscious I can’t get to my feet. There have been a few changes in me, however the biggest one is that I now have a huge DEFEAT BONER inside my pantyhose. On my back in the corner, my opponent kneels down placing her knee across my throat.
I claw at her knee trying to get it off me. I also cry out to the ref. “Help me ref, help me!!! She’s chocking me!!! Get her off me, I can’t breath!!” The ref pulls her off me and backs her up. Gasping for air I still can’t get to my feet.
My opponent waits a few second then moves in on me. Pulling me away from the ropes. She then sits me up, with my legs spread out in front of me. Taking my arms she locks me into COBRA CLUTCH. I kick my legs wildly as I scream in pain. “Oh my god, she’s got me!!! She’s got me!!! I can’t get free!!!! Oh god it hurts!!!” At this point the ref can see that I hopelessly trapped. She comes close and asks “What do you say Champ!!! You ready to submit? I don’t want to submit, but I have no choice. “Oh no!!! I’m going to lose again!!” The ref asks again “Is that it? Are you submitting the match?” the pain has overcome me. I’ve lost the second match in a row.
“YES-YES!!!
I’m submitting the match!!
She’s got me, I give up!!!
Make her stop!!! Oh please
Make her stop!!!!
I can’t take any more!!!!
She’s beaten me!!!!
I SUBMIT!!! I SUBMIT!!!
With my surrender, the ref makes her let me go. I flop back on the mat and lie there looking up at the ring lights. I don’t have the energy to get to my feet or even move. The DEFEAT BONER is sticking up inside my fishnets like a tent poll. It takes the med people almost 5 minutes to get me up and out of the ring. It is difficult to walk with such a stiff boner.
Well here I am again getting ready for a match. Lets hope that this one ends better than the last two. Out of my street cloths and I begin to get ready. I stretch on a pair of shiny white tights. I lace up my shiny white boots and it’s off to the ring.
As I enter the ring my opponent is already there. I look across and see what looks to be a very young girl in the opposite corner. I’m a little stunned that this girl in my opponent. The ref tells me she is 21 yrs old and that she switches back and forth between wrestling and MMA fighting.
With the preliminaries out of the way the match can begin. There’s the bell to start the match. I exit my corner and begin to head toward my opponent. I take several steps toward her. I never get any closer. Leaping in the air she catches me with a SPINNING HEEL KICK.
The heel of her boot slams into my temple I am completely unconscious before I hit the mat. I land on my back and that’s as far as I ever get. The ref begins to count, but soon realizes that I am not conscious. She waves her arms over her head signaling the match is over.
I am stretched out on the mat on my back. Even though I am out cold, my body still reacts to my knock out. Within a few seconds my manhood has grown stiff and I have a DEFEAT BONER inside my shiny white tights.
My opponent comes to were I am lying and stands over me with her arms in the air. The ring announcer has told the crowd that this was the fast victory in the history of the league the match lasted just 9 seconds, from the sound of the bell till I hit the canvas out cold.
There is a big smile on her face as she learns just how fast she defeated me. It is also a record fast knock out for her. She then places her boot on my chest and again raises her arms in the air. The ring personal come to tend to me. They slowly try to revive me from my knock out. It takes several minutes for them to wake me. As I come to, I ask the ring people what happened. “What happened? Is the match over? How did it end?”
In complete truth, I have no memory of the match ever starting or what happened to me. The ring people begin to tell me. “Yes, the match is over. She landed a HEEL KICK on you. She knocked you out!!! You only lasted 9 seconds!!! Fastest knock out in history!!! She completely devastated you!!!!”
After several minutes they get me to my feet and back to my dressing room. It seems my losing streak was not over. All I can hope for now is that my entire career is not over.
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