WRESTLE FAIL
In the arena, the air thick with sweat and anticipation, the crowd roared as the two wrestlers stepped into the ring. The veteran, a cocky prick, strutted confidently, his muscles glistening under the harsh lights. "You're gonna get owned, rookie!" he shouted, flexing his biceps.
His opponent, a rookie with a determined look, stood quietly, his body tense and ready.
The referee signaled the start, and the veteran charged like a bull, growling and grunting. "Come on, you little bitch!" he taunted.
But the rookie was quick, dodging his clumsy attempts and countering with swift, precise moves. The crowd watched in awe as the rookie gained the upper hand, his strength and technique surprising everyone, especially his overconfident opponent.
"Fuck, you're good," the veteran gasped, his arrogance turning into frustration.
The rookie's moves were relentless, each throw and hold executed with a precision that left the veteran gasping for breath.
"You're gonna pay for this, you little shit!" the veteran spat, but his words fell on deaf ears as the rookie continued his relentless assault.
In a decisive moment, the rookie executed a powerful throw, sending the veteran crashing to the mat. The crowd erupted in cheers as the veteran lay there, defeated and humiliated. "Fuck you, rookie!" the veteran shouted, but the referee had already counted him out. The rookie stood over him, his chest heaving, a triumphant smile on his face.
"You're all mine now, big boy," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
The crowd, whipped into a frenzy, demanded more. The referee, with a wicked grin, signaled for the veteran to stand. The defeated wrestler, his pride shattered, reluctantly got to his feet, his body trembling. The rookie stepped closer, his eyes gleaming. "Strip, bitch," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
The veteran, now naked and vulnerable, was at the mercy of the rookie and the crowd.
The rookie's hands roamed over the veteran's body, exploring every muscle and curve, his touch both possessive and aggressive. "Fuck, you're hot," the rookie murmured, his fingers tracing the veteran's abs.
The crowd watched in rapt attention as the rookie claimed his prize, his actions fueled by the cheers and jeers of the spectators.
The veteran, despite his initial resistance, found himself responding to the rookie's touch. "Fuck, you're good," he gasped, his body betraying him.
The rookie, sensing this shift, became more aggressive, his movements more demanding. "You like that, don't you, bitch?" he growled, his hands roaming lower, cupping the veteran's ass. The crowd roared in approval, their voices a symphony of lust and excitement.
The rookie's cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against the veteran's thigh as he ground against him, his hips moving in a primal rhythm. "Fuck, you're tight," the rookie muttered, his breath hot against the veteran's ear. The veteran moaned, his body arching into the rookie's touch, his own cock hardening despite his humiliation.
As the night wore on, the veteran was passed around, each member of the audience taking their turn to claim him. The rookie watched, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and pride, as the veteran was reduced to a mere plaything, his once-proud body now a vessel for the desires of others. "Fuck, you're a whore," someone shouted, and the crowd laughed, their voices echoing in the arena.
In the end, the veteran lay exhausted and spent, his body marked by the touches of many. The rookie stood over him, a silent guardian, his victory complete. The veteran, his pride shattered but his desires fulfilled, looked up at the rookie, a mix of gratitude and submission in his eyes. "Please," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need, "fuck me again, rookie. I need you to fuck me hard."
The rookie, a satisfied smirk on his face, obliged, his body covering the veteran's once more, claiming him with a fierce, possessive intensity. The crowd, sated and satisfied, began to disperse, leaving the two wrestlers alone in the ring, their bodies entwined in a dance of domination and submission. The veteran, now completely at the rookie's mercy, begged for more, his voice a desperate plea in the empty arena.
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