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Mixed wrestling, 420 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), partially CFNM, no blood.

A big night for the league there will be two title matches one contenders match and three other matches The wrestlers for the three big matches are all in their dressing rooms. The wrestlers for the three other matches are waiting in the hall.

Of the three preliminary the female wrestlers took two of them and the males only one. This is a bad omen for the male wrestlers in the featured matches. First up is the contenders match. The participants are first he is a rapidly rising young star 18 yr old Jason Fillmore. His opponent is the number 10 ranked wrestler, Jason's sister 19 yr old Janice Fillmore. This is a brother Vs sister match.

Jason comes to the ring wearing a shiny light blue jockstrap and matching boots. As he climbs the steps he is met with some very loud cheers. Jason is developing a large female following. Next comes Janice she enters the ring to a much more subdued welcome. Janice will wrestle in a very dark red leotard, black pantyhose and dark red boots. Both of the Fillmore's are very good looking.

The bell starts the match. Both young wrestlers are quickly out of their corners. They approach each other very carefully, each trying to read the other. Jason moves first and fast, He grabs his sisters arm and bends it up behind her back. Jason has opened with a HAMMER LOCK.

Janice is quickly up on her toes in an effort to ease the pain. Instead of easing the pain, Janice moves back and forth side to side and ducking under her brothers arm, reverses the hammer lock. Now it's Jason that is in the hammer lock. He quickly learns the Janice is a very skilled wrestler.

For the next 6 minutes Janice and Jason exchange holds. The match rages back and forth between the two. At the 6 minuet mark there is a subtle but increasing change in the match. Jason has begun to slow down. Janice has noticed the change and has increased her effort. Now it seems as though Janice is in control of the match.

Over the next several minutes Janice's control of the match becomes apparent. She has taken her brother to the mat and is working him over. Starting with his upper body Janice pounds him over and over. Very quickly moving to his legs she quickly she quickly pulls his jockstrap off. A new league rule allows for the stripping of opponents.

Jason is shocked by his sisters move. He is even more shocked when she grabs his 18 yr old manhood and begins to squeeze. Within seconds Jason is screaming in pain. "My manhood, she's squeezing my manhood!!! Oh god it hurts. She's crushing me!!!" Jason's screams are a signal for Janice to squeeze even harder.

After a few seconds Jason is finished and can take no more pain. He quickly offers his surrender to his sister.

I submit, I submit!!!

Let me go, please sis let me go!!!

I'm done, I give up!!!

Oh dear god, I give up!!!!

Janice releases her brothers manhood and gets to her feet. She leaves her brother wearing only his wrestling boots on the mat holding tightly with both hands his now in pain young manhood.

The med staff come to were he is stretched out on the mat. They pulls his hands away from his manhood allowing his rock hard DEFEAT BONER to stand out straight. Wile this is happening Janice has had her arm raised in victory. She goes to were her brother is lying on the mat. She looks down on him then raises her arms over his in a sign of victory.

Instantly after the meds get Jason onto his feet and out of the ring the next mach is ready. This is one of the championship matches. First to enter the ring is the challenger. 24 yr old jazzmen Willow With her in the ring the world champion makes his entrance. 26 yr old Rod Feldman is the light weight Champion of the World. As he enters the ring there is a huge cheer from the fans.

With the introductions over both wrestlers return to their corners to wait for the bell. In the challengers corner Jazzmen is wearing a shiny metallic gray leotard, black pantyhose and shiny gray boots. As for the Champion he has on a bright red jockstrap and shiny bright red boots.

There's the bell the match is on. Jazzmen races across the ring and drives her knee into the jockstrap pouch of Rod Feldman. The champions face turns to one of complete horror. No one would have expected a astounding move like that from such a young wrestler.

With his face now contorted in pain, he is devastated as Jazzmen drives her knee into his jockstrap a second time. The Champion falls over backward onto the mat. 46 seconds into this match and the world champion is beaten. He will never recover from her attack in time.

On his back unmoving Jazzmen reaches down and strips the Champion's jockstrap off. Rod Feldman is for all intent and purpose now an x-champion. He has no hope of winning this match. Jazzmen drops beside Rod. There she moves to finish off the downed champion. She reaches between his legs and grabs his tentacles. Rod screams as she squeezes them hard!!!

Tears well up in the champions eyes. His screams are almost inhuman. He lies on the mat his legs spared apart and Jazzmen's hand on his manhood. All he has on are his shiny bright red boots. The end comes for the champion just seconds after dropping to the mat as he screams his surrender.

I give up!!!!

Oh dear god, I give up!!!

Let me go, please let go of my manhood!!!

I submit-I submit!!!

You win, you've beaten me!!!

I submit!!!!

The ref calls for the bell, ending Rod Feldman's reign as a world champion. The defeated male wrestler can not get up, he can not get to his feet to escape this humiliation of lying on his back with a rock solid DEFEAT BONER between his legs. To add to it, The new champion jazzmen come to were Rod is lying. Holding his bright red jockstrap in her hand, she drops it on his chest. She then raises her arms in a sign of victory.

It takes almost five minutes to get the former Champion onto his feet and out of the ring. What a sad and humiliating sight he is as he is helped out of the ring. With the ring finally empty it is time for the next match. This too is a world title match. It is for The World Championship. It will feature The challenger, Mrs. Marisa Harris she will be wrestling The World Champion, Dillion Harris.

Yes wrestling fans Marisa Harris is the wife of the World Champion. She is also the number one contender, making this a mandatory title defense. Marisa comes to the ring wearing a skintight orange leotard, tan pantyhose and orange boots. Her husband the World Champion comes to the ring wearing a very dark red jockstrap and matching boots and his shiny gold World Title Belt.

The announcer begins:

Wrestling fans, this is a World Title match

It is one fall pin or submission to a finish.

Black corner, she is the number 1 contender.

Please welcome Marisa Harris.

And her opponent.

He is the current World Wrestling Champion!!!

Lets welcome Dillion Harris!!!

This is a wife Vs husband title match!!

With both wrestlers back in their corners they wait for the bell. Dillion removes the World Title Belt and drapes it over the corner turnbuckle. There it is, the bell starts the match. Marisa moves out quickly and gets Dillion in a HAMMER LOCK. He is stunned by how strong his wife has become. For the next twelve minutes the two wrestlers wage a brutal back and forth battle.

One minute Marisa has her husband is huge trouble and looks to be winning the match. Then just seconds later Dillion has escaped the hold and Marisa in trouble. On and on the battle rages, hold after hold is used and escaped. The fans have begun to chant "THIS IS ASSUME!! This is ASSUME!! Over and over.

As the match approaches the 15 minuet mark The two wrestlers have separated to opposite sides of the ring. Both are leaning back against the ropes gasping for air. Marisa is first back to her feet. She races across the ring grabbing Dillion in a head lock. she then HIP TOSSES him to the mat.

As he lies on the mat with his wife's arm around his neck Dillion Harris the reigning World Champion seems daze and exhausted. Of the two wrestlers, Marisa seems in far better shape. Releasing the head lock Marisa moves to her husbands legs. She grabs his shiny dark red boots and lifts them off the mat. There seems to be no reaction from the World Champion.

Marisa then drops Dillion's boots and kneels down between his legs. So far there has been little to no reaction from the Champion. She grabs the dark red waist band of his jockstrap and pulls it off. The fans react with a huge cheer for Marisa. Dillion's large soft manhood is free of his restrictive jockstrap.

At this point after almost 25 minutes of hard wrestling it's clear the Marisa has the upper hand over her nearly exhausted husband the world Champion. It's now that she decides to try to finish him off. Dropping to the mat between his legs, she slowly begins to spread them apart. Inch by inch Dillion's legs get farther and farther apart.

Now not only is he being stretched but his manhood is stiffening between his legs. Dillion Harris is getting a DEFEAT BONER.

You would have thought that, with Dillon’s jockstrap now gone, Marisa would be about to finish the match. But she still has a trick or two left. Kneeling beside her prone husband (still trying to recover), she grabs his feet and drags his legs to fold them over each other, in a cross between a sharpshooter and an ankle lock. Dillon roars in pain as his knees, shins and ankles are heaved at unnatural angles away from each other. Marisa merely laughs.

Still kneeling, she bundles her husband onto his back over her thighs, holding him like a baby. She spreads his legs wide apart, and allows her left hand to hover over his DEFEAT BONER. She lowers her hand slowly, teasingly, while he blindly clutches the nearest thing for support. It has the familiar, friendly feel of one of his wife’s buttocks. Despite being just about beaten by her, he still manages to be pleased by the unexpected pleasure of grabbing Marisa’s lovely backside.

She, meanwhile, has at last given in to the urgings of the crowd (especially the women) and dropped her hand to clasp Dillon’s balls. Her palm weighs them, kneads them, manipulates them, dallying around the dangerous boundary between pleasure and pain. Dropping him to the mat and arching his back, she continues the ministrations of her hand, laughing as the tip of his cock bobs against her breasts; or gazing, fascinated, at its reactions to her “handiwork”.

“This is how it’s going to be from now on,” Marisa informs her husband, as she allows him to lie on the mat now, so that she can lower herself to sit on his face. “That’s right, you know what to do,” she purrs, luxuriating in the old, familiar feeling as his tongue sets to work. “Good boy!”

She at last relinquishes his balls, and grips his cock. “Up she goes, down she goes, you love it! Faster she gets, faster still, isn’t she strong! Stronger than her husband, who she’s just beaten. You love that too, don’t you? Yes, you do – look how she’s made you cum!”

With the crowd yelling, whistling and cheering, Marisa stands over her vanquished husband and raises both hands in the air, to celebrate winning the title off him.