The history of a defeat

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Бренд: Stories from G.

Уникальный код: W-770

Mixed wrestling, 300 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), no nudity, no blood.

Hello everyone I’m here to tell you about my very last match. It started just like a normal night, with me defending my World Wrestling Championship. At 32 yrs old I believed I was at my peak of athletic performance. I was also the most popular wrestler in the league. I had hundreds of female fans that filled every arena I wrestled in.

Tonight was no different than any other night I wrestled. Back in my dressing room I removed my street cloths and began to prepare for the match. First I pulled on a pair of shiny light blue pantyhose. They are very sheer and very shiny. Next I laced up matching light blue boots. Then finally I wrapped the World Wrestling Title Belt around my waist and buckled tight.

In a separate dressing room my opponent is also getting ready. I’ve been told that she is in her mid-twenties 25 or 26 yrs old. I’ve also been told that she is undefeated and very unusual. I can’t wait to see her. She pulls on her shiny tan pantyhose, then wiggles into a skin tight light tan leotard. She laces up shiny white boots and is now ready to wrestle.

As I approach the ring my fans are cheering for me!!!! I climb the steps and duck between the ropes. As I look up, I am stunned by what I see. Across the ring stands the most muscular woman I have ever seen. She is not just muscular but she is taller than I am. OMG she looks so powerful!!!

At the bell we approach her, I quickly slam a hard fore-arm into her chest. She looks down on me and smiles. I then hit her with three more fore-arms, each one of which crashes into her tits. This ends any offence I am able to mount in this entire match.

Now angry at me for attacking her, she wraps her hand around my throat. In just seconds she is in complete control of me. Steering me with her hand, she backs me into my corner. Now up against the turnbuckles, she continues to choke me. The lack of air has made me dizzy. She now takes full advantage of that.

With one of her hands choking me she uses the other to pound me. Fist after fist slams into me. Most of her punches landing in my mid-section. Every third or fourth punch finds it’s way below the waist-band of my shiny light blue pantyhose.

There it is the finishing punch. Her fist crashes into me three or four inches below the waist band of my pantyhose. It slams into my manhood causing me to gasp in pain. My eyes roll back into my head, my knees buckle and I slide to the mat with my legs tucked under me. Grabbing my shiny white boot she drags me to the center of the ring.

Still holding my boot in her hand, she begins to work over my leg. For the next 7 or eight minutes she puts both of my legs thru a series of very painful and debilitating holds. Her continues attack on my legs has me screaming in pain. “My legs, oh god my legs. Please, please don’t cripple me!!!! You’re destroying my legs!!!!”

Well at that point in the match, I was no longer concerned about retaining my World wrestling Championship. I was more concerned about just getting out of the ring being able to walk. I need not have worried, her attack on my legs is just about to end. Reaching down she grabs my arm and my hair and pulls me to my feet.

Standing on what would have to be considered very wobbly legs, my female opponent goes to work on my arms. She firsts puts me in an extremely painful FULL NELSON. Pressing forward she exerts pressure on my neck and shoulders. My arms are stretched up in the air. It looks as though I am hanging by my fingers. Being stretched out like that gives evidence that even I thing that I am losing the match.

Clearly evident and well defined in side my shiny blue pantyhose is a hard as steel DEFEAT BONER. As she continues to work over my arms, I now have pain between my legs. Oh dear god, at 32 yrs old I am going to lose my World Wrestling Title. Still held tightly in the FULL NELSON I desperately try to escape this hold.

The harder I try to escape, the tighter the hold becomes. “Oh dear god, she’s breaking my neck!!!! Please, please don’t break my neck!!! Oh please, please stop!!! After begging her not to break my neck. She pulls me in close. “Break you neck, I’m not going to break your neck unless I have to. I am however going to make you submit to me and if you don’t. Then I'll break your neck. Your choice tough guy!!”

After her ultimatum I try my best to escape her hold. I wiggle from side to side but I just can’t get lose. I am stretched out tightly as if I was handing by my wrists. My arms are locked in the air and my boots are just barely touching the mat. In just a few seconds she has me ready to surrender the match to her.

At this point I call out for thr ref, “Ref-ref, I’m done!!!! She’s got me, I can’t get free. Oh please stop the match!!! Hearing this the ref asks: “Is that it? Are you ready to submit?” my answer comes quickly.

"Oh yes, I’m ready!!!! I submit!!!! I Submit!!! Oh please stop the match. I give up!!!! She’s got me!!! I can’t get free!!!!! I give up, I give up!!!!!"

The ref calls for the bell bringing the match to an end. I have been defeated and have lost my world title. My opponent drops me to the mat, I land face up and stretched out. To say that I am in bad shape would be a huge understatement. I am completely crushed. I have just suffered my very first defeat. I’ve lost so much in only one match. I am no longer undefeated and I have lost the World Championship.

Soon a ring attendant is by my side, as I lie on the mat. My fans are staring in disbelief at my huge DEFEAT BONER, as this is my very first defeat. As the new Champion wraps the World Title belt around her waist, I am helped to my feet and out of the ring.

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6 months later I am again preparing for another World Title match. This is the mandatory re-match. Tonight it is I who will be the challenger. I will be trying to regain the title that I lost. To be perfectly honest I’m not sure I can beat her. All I am sure of is that I will try my hardest to win back the title.

In my dressing room I slip off my street cloths. Grabbing my gear bag, I pull out a shiny Gold metallic jockstrap. I step into it and pull it up my legs. I adjust my manhood in the shiny gold metallic pouch. I then pull out a pair of shiny gold boots. I lace them on and I am now ready to wrestle. It still bothers me that I no longer have the World Title belt to buckle on.

This time it’s me that must enter the ring first. As I do a loud cheer comes from the fans. I waive appreciatively as I duck between the ropes. Then here she comes, wearing the World Title belt around her waist. Aside from the title belt she is also wearing a skintight white leotard, white pantyhose and white boots.

With the intros and instructions over we wait in our corners for the bell. I take the time to do a final adjustment to my jockstrap. Across the ring the Champion adjust her leotard and her pantyhose.

BONG!!!!! The bell starts the match. We both exit our corners and approach each other. Then WHAM!!! A kick to my head and a hard fore-arm to my chest. Just seconds into the match and she has me dazed. She grabs and twists my arm. She then whips me into her corner.

Then hear she comes like a fright train racing toward me. In my dazed condition I can’t avoid her. Knee high she slams into me. The crash is devastating. Her knee slams into my chest driving the air from my lungs. At the same instant her boot impacts the pouch of my jockstrap. That’s it, I’m finished. She has ended any hope I had of regaining my title.

I slowly slide down the turnbuckles to the mat. I am stretched out at her feet. Looking down on me a bright smile comes to her face. Her make-up is still perfect. Dark eye shadow and bright red lipstick, untouched. I on the other hand am dazed and battered. In less than 30 seconds she has left me crumpled on the mat unable to get to my feet.

If I expected mercy from her I am sadly mistaken. She grabs my gold boots and pulls me to the center of the ring. Holding tightly to my shiny gold boot, she folds it over my other one. She now has both my boots in her hands. I know she has something terrible planed for me. A waive of fear washes over me. It is one of the very few times I have be frightened in the ring.

There it is, she steps over my legs and locks me into a SHARP SHOOTER. This hold is a variation of the BOSTON CRAB, but much more painful. Instantly several things happen. First, my manhood swells into a painful DEFEAT BONER. My shiny gold jockstrap is stretched to it’s limit.

I also begin to scream “Oh god it hurts!!!! You’re hurting me!!!! Oh my god, I’ve got to get out of this hold!!!” Bending my back as hard as she can, she says to me. “Submit to me and I’ll let you go!!!! I can end your pain, just submit to me!!”

I know she’s right and that I have to submit.

"OK, OK!!! You’ve got me!! I can’t get free!!!! I submit!!! I submit!!!! You win, you’ve beaten me!!! Oh please let me go!!!! I give up!!!! I give up!!! Oh god, you win!!!! I give up!!!"

She drops my legs and I fall to the mat. I am completely devastated and beaten. I lie on the mat unable to mover or get to me feet. I am a very sad sight. My legs spread apart, my jockstrap Stuffed tightly with my swollen and rock hard manhood. I have failed in my attempt to regain the World Title. I have just suffered the quickest and most humiliating defeat of my career. A ring attendant helps me to my feet and back to my dressing room. He leaves me on the training table lie down.

A minute later my opponent enters. “Just wanted to see if you are all right. Are you hurt? Did I hurt you to much?” I answer her, “NO-NO, I’ll be all right!! The SHARP SHOOTER was very pain full I had no choice but to submit to you. But I’ll be ok very soon.” She notices that I still have my huge DEFEAT BONER.

“I see that you are still very stiff. Can I help you out of your jockstrap. That must be painful. I am humiliated by still having a rock hard DEFEAT BONER. “Oh, yes please. It’s very hard and is quite painful.

Grabbing the waist band of my jock, she pulls it out away from me and then down my legs. It’s now just below my knees. My manhood now stands straight up still swollen and hard.