Evan's Spring Teen Tournament (2 parts)

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.

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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.

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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.