Hey all. This is something I wrote up as a collaboration - one
teen's entry into a seasonal teens-only, no-rules wrestling tournament. I
only wrote this particular character's part of the action; all the
tournament matches he's not in are off-screen (although if anyone wants
to take a crack at them...) I'm still working on a bunch of other stuff,
and I'm afraid as usual I'm trying to do four things at once, but
hopefully everyone enjoys this in the meantime.
The
Teen Mixed Spring Tournament drew just about every eligible wrestler in
the area, from bodybuilders and cheerleaders to perennial jobbers and
losers. In front of thousands of screaming fans in the full-size ring in
the main hall, brutal bouts of endurance took place as sweaty grapplers
destroyed each other in desperate battle.
This is not
that story. Less popular wrestlers were shunted to overflow rooms,
wrestling in half-size rings or on plain blue mats in front of crowds of
a dozen or less. Mr. Evan Banks was nobody's idea of a champion;
although his mother was a 3-time Middleweight champ, 2-time Women's
Sexfighting Champ and Women's Tag Team Champ and was in his corner for
all his matches, his career was fairly middling. For his first-round
match in the tournament he was up against another journeyman grappler
with a so-so record, Mrs. Jennifer Brewster, in Room C, a stuffy little
arena that could fit maybe 70 people in folding chairs around a
half-sized ring.The official for this matchup was Mrs. Zhadanev, well
known for never calling a foul, so the fighters would basically be able
to do whatever they wanted to each other. As with all matches in the
tournament both fighters would start nude, and this particular match
would go to best of three falls.
Jennifer was out
first, announced at 5'4" and 180 pounds. Her blonde hair was cut long,
halfway down her back in a straight natural style. She had on just a
touch of waterproof makeup, a little eyeliner around her big brown eyes
and blush on her chubby cheeks. Her pubes were totally shaven (as were
most wrestlers - a defense against grabs). She's a big girl, her 36J
tits hanging down over a big soft tummy. She bowed to all four sides of
the ring, giving the crowd a great view of her large ass as she turned
away from them.
Out next was Evan Banks,
5'8" and announced at 150 pounds. He went to shake hands with his
opponent, but his mother pulled him back into his corner to whisper last
minute advice into his ear. His 6' shaft is already at full erection,
half nerves and half from eyeballing his opponent's naked body.
The
bell rings and the fight is on. Both wrestler's battle plans were
evident from the get go. Jennifer was looking to close with her
opponent, using her size and strength to wear him down before finishing
him, while Evan's plan was to weaken Jennifer with strikes, outlasting
her with his superior conditioning. Evan's strategy bore immediate fruit
as Jennifer, attempting to get into range to grab him, walked into a
right straight punch to the jaw that left her stunned. Evan pressed his
advantage quickly, backing Jennifer across the small ring with a flurry
of quick jabs and hooks. Her back hit the ropes and Evan stunned her
with a high combo, snapping her head left and right with crisps hooks,
before finishing with a slower, powerful gutbuster that bent Jennifer
over, holding her tummy and moaning.
But before he could
finish his opponent, she desperately darted forward, aiming at his
exposed balls and hard cock. Evan dropped his hands, but he was
unprepared for the move and suddenly in deep trouble as Jennifer got a
firm grip on his family jewels. Evan's mother scolded him for falling
for such a simple trick as Jennifer worked him down to his knees, her
left hand crushing his balls and her right hand squeezing his dick. Evan
desperately tried to push her away, but his strength was already being
sapped by the agony in his groin. Jennifer put a shoulder into his chest
and knocked him onto his back. She released his goods, swatting away a
weak punch Evan aimed at her from the mat, dropping an elbow into his
stomach from her knees. This didn't have quite as much force as a
standing elbow, but it was enough to leave Evan reeling, helpless to
stop his opponent from locking on a strong bodyscissors. She made sure
he was right where she wanted him, using one hand to hold his near wrist
to the mat, her other hand free to grab his cock, still hard despite
the punishment she'd inflicted. She began jerking her opponent off with
rough, quick strokes, trying to get him to cum quickly. Evan struggled
in her scissors, but he had no chance once the hold was locked on, and
just over seven minutes into the match loses to Jennifer's hand, panting
and gasping as she forced him to a climax, proof of his submission
shooting onto the mat.
There's a one minute rest
break between rounds, but both fighters look fatigued at the start of
Round 2. Evan turns out to be playing possum as he motions for a lockup;
when Jennifer moves to oblige him he goes low, slamming a hard punch
into her soft tummy, catching his opponent off-guard. Evan quickly
capitalizes, going back to his winning strategy from the first round,
pummeling Jennifer across the ring, aiming her towards a neutral corner.
Jennifer tries to grab his half-hard cock, but she's too slow, eating a
hit to the face any time she makes a grab. She runs out of room as her
back hits the ringpost, and Evan follows her into the corner, lifting
his knee between her legs. Jennifer slumps against him, stunned, and he
pushes her back into the corner, draping her arms over the top ropes,
going to work on her big tits. The small crowd is split down the middle,
some applauding Evan as he licks, tugs and tickles his opponent's
nipples, some pleading with her to recover and fight back. Evan seems to
have successfully broken his opponent's resistance as he teases her
tits for almost three minutes straight. Jennifer finally rallies and
attempts to back Evan off with a knee to his balls, but she's far too
slow, only managing to make Evan break off his attack and switch
tactics, pummeling her with a heavy series of punches to the stomach.
After knocking the wind out of her Evan bends her over with one last
punch and then braces himself, suplexing all 200 pounds of Jennifer out
of the corner, lifting her high in the air before slamming her down to
the mat. Jennifer lands with considerable force on her back, slowly
rolling over. Before she can even start getting to her feet Evan gets
behind her and executes the dreaded oil check, working his left index
finger up her asshole. Jennifer moans into the mat, helpless as the
referee takes a quick look before declining to call a foul and waving
for the match to continue. Given the green light, Evan pulls Jennifer's
hips up off the mat, pushing his opponent's thighs apart in preparation
for his finishing move. It looks like he's going to finish Jennifer in
style with the Rear Mount, but as he lines himself up his mother starts
yelling from his corner, ordering him to use his fingers, apparently not
trusting her son to finish Jennifer before finishing himself. Bowing to
her wishes, Evan's free hand goes between Jennifer's legs, stroking her
pussy, getting her warmed up before inserting two fingers and pumping
Jennifer to a body-shaking climax, winning the second fall in about six
minutes.
After a one minute break both fighters come
out for Round 3. Evan is optimistic after demolishing Jennifer
physically and sexually last round, while Jennifer's face is red with
embarrassed anger after her poor performance. She surprises Evan by
starting out with her own punches, landing several quick jabs to his
face, forcing him to cover up. He strikes back with a stomach punch, but
Jennifer has time to brace and takes it, grimacing through the pain to
grab a surprised Evan, pulling him down into a headlock, dragging him
around the ring. Evan tries to get his hands between Jennifer's thick
thighs, but her constant yanking and pulling keep him disorientated, and
by the time she hip-throws Evan to the mat, he's too rattled to get out
of the way of her fearsome butt drop. All 200 of Jennifer's pounds slam
into his stomach, leaving him gasping and defenseless on the mat. His
mother screams at him to get up, drawing a glare from Jennifer when she
shouts that he shouldn't have any trouble milking a fat cow.
Jennifer
turns back to her opponent too late as he reaches up and executes a
shockingly painful double nipple twist. She fell off her opponent with a
scream, covering her chest. Both fighters slowly got to their feet,
hurt and tired. As they closed Evan goes to his strength, throwing the
hardest punches he can at his opponent. She advanced through his
assault, taking a wayward punch to her pillowy left tit that almost
stops her, but she powers though, grimacing in pain, until she gets
close enough to her opponent to wrap him up in a bearhug, trapping his
arms at his sides. Evan kicks and struggles, but Jennifer's strength
quickly began to tell and Evan wilts in her grip, his head resting on
her shoulder as he struggles to breathe. Jennifer grimly works the hold
for almost two minutes before throwing a beaten Evan down to the mat. He
can't get up and she goes for the finish, picking him up and lifting
him straight over her head in an impressive display of power. She kneels
on the mat, bracing her right leg with her knee out, then drops Evan
across it in a match-ending gutbuster. Evan rolls off her leg and flops
onto the mat on his back, gagging. Jennifer pulls him up to all fours,
reaching between his legs, her left hand cupping his balls and her right
hand wrapping around his cock - despite the pain she'd just inflicted
still rock-hard as a result of the naked bearhug. Evan attempts a weak
struggle, but even this is brought to an end with a few ball squeezes.
When he stops resisting Jennifer uses her other hand to jerk him off, in
no hurry now, humiliating her beaten opponent as she controls him in
the center of the ring.
"Who's milking the cow now, bitch?!"
Jennifer screams at her opponent's mother. At eight minutes into the
match Evan is pushed beyond his limit, giving the match to Jennifer in
fantastic style as she strokes his cock through a grunting orgasm.
After
the match Jennifer has a long interview with the league's fight
magazine. Evan attempts to dodge the reporter who chases him down for
some quotes, but his mother corrals him into mumbling some words of
respect for his victorious opponent. Evan's lost his first match, but
he's not out of the tournament just yet.
* * *
Despite losing his first match, Evan was still in the tournament,
matched up with an opponent who had also lost her opening-round bout.
Whoever lost this single-fall match would be out for good, so the stakes
were high. Unfortunately for Evan, he caught a bad case of the flu, but
his mother wouldn't let him pull out; there was no way her boy was
going to get eliminated from the tournament by forfeiting a match just
because he got the sniffles.
On Saturday at 4 PM Evan,
his stomach rumbling nervously with organic orange juice and Dayquil,
faced off against Maria Hashimoto. Both fighters are about 5'8", but
Evan is all lean muscle where his opponent is pure power with wide
shoulders, strong arms and thick legs, announced at 200 pounds. Having
had her hair grabbed several times in her opening round loss, she's had
the long back cut short, barely reaching to the top of her neck. Her
hair in front was still in heavy bangs, almost obscuring her blue
eyeshadow.
The ref asked both fighters to
shake hands. Evan sneezed a few times and held his hand out, but Maria
just fixed him with an icy stare. The referee told both fighters to go
their corners and come out fighting, having to repeat herself over
Evan's loud coughing.
The bell rang and the fighters
squared off. Maria has a reputation as a fearsome grappler and wanted to
close and put her strength into play early and finish her opponent
quickly, while Evan had the same basic strategy as his last match,
staying at range and wearing his larger opponent down with strikes,
outlasting her before finishing her off. At first his plan went off
successfully, Maria's size limiting her speed enough for Evan to dance
around her, darting in to pepper her with hits and then ducking away
before she could grab him or hit back with her own slower, more powerful
punches. Just as his blows seemed to be taking a toll on his opponent
Evan broke into a coughing fit, leaving himself defenseless as Maria
grabbed him in a strong bearhug. Evan tried to escape with blind kicks,
but he was quickly rendered helpless as Maria shook him back and forth,
scrambling his brain as she crushed his midsection. Despite his mother's
shouted advice, Evan was unable to escape the hold, and by the time
Maria threw him down to the mat, he was clearly in bad shape, panting in
between hacking coughs as he tried to recover. Maria was fully in
charge of the match and her aunt, seated ringside, suggested she go for
her feared finishing cowgirl mount, but Maria felt it might be a little
early in the match for this; she'd studied her opponent before this
fight and respected his resilience. Instead she decided to soften him up
first some more and pulled a wheezing Evan to his feet, throwing him
into the ropes back-first. Evan's long-drilled ring instincts lead him
to bounce off the ropes and come charging at his opponent, running
straight into a clothesline that hit him with so much force he flipped
around his opponent's arm and landed hard on his back. Pressing her
attack, Maria used a simple but very effective technique, laying her
full weight down on her opponent and pulling his head between her
breasts.
This was far from Evan's first tit-smother, but
weak as he was he couldn't get out of this one, struggling weakly under
Maria, who savored his helplessness. Just when it looked like the match
was all over Evan managed to free himself with a bellringer, bringing
his hands together on either side of Maria's head. She released him in
shock, and Evan turned his head and sneezed. Maria reached back for a
slap but held off as Evan continued sneezing, then coughing. He yelled
"I'm gonna throw up!" and she leapt off him in panic. Evan crawled
towards the edge of the mat, heaving, as his opponent looked on, not
sure what to do. The ref asked Evan's mother if she wanted to throw the
towel in for her son, but she said her boy could continue as Evan
dry-heaved over the edge of the ring. Maria had enough and walked up
behind Evan, grabbing his ankles and pulling him back to the center.
Evan looked up at her and managed a weak smile: "I don't think I'm going
to barf after all."
"Great," Maria grunted, pulling Evan
to his feet and bending him over with a quick kick to the gut. Maria
pulled Evan forward, his head going between her legs, then picked him up
with a roar, the back of his head touching her knees as she lined up
her power finisher, the Hashimoto Hammer. Evan just had time to realize
what was happening before Maria drove his head down onto the mat with a
devastating piledriver that left him laying on his back, half knocked
out. Not taking any any chances Maria pulled Evan up to a sitting
position, squatting down behind him and locking on a strong sleeper
hold. Evan pulled on her arms, but even at full power his strength was
no match for Maria's, and he had no chance of escaping the hold this
way. Before he could come up with another plan Maria detached her left
arm from the sleeper, her right around Evan's neck more than up to the
task of keeping him still. Her free hand slid down his body, wrapping
around his cock. Evan groaned but did nothing else as she started
jerking him off, his opponent feeling him give up. Wanting to finish him
before he got a second wind, Maria made Evan submit to her hand with
long, quick strokes, and just after the 16 minute mark he was eliminated
from the tournament as Maria worked the proof of her victory out onto
the mat. She then laid him flat and treated him to a celebratory facesit
from his conqueror, who then ducked a reporter to head backstage and
look for some antibacterial hand gel. Her next bout will either be Kyle
Williams or Tom Ross depending on the outcomes of their matches. As for
Evan, he was given a wide berth as nobody wanted to get close enough to
be infected, and he headed home to finish out the tournament as a
spectator.
