1 THE BEGINNING
It all started, for Rory Pedersen, the same as any man. The year was 2025, he was 13, and saw something that woke him up, erotically speaking. To call it a “sexual awakening” would be a cliché and an understatement. Like any other teenage boy, it became more of a sexual obsession.
He was watching Professional Wrestling in the Virtual TV Room with his 11 year-old brother, Reed. Both boys were excited, and Rory quickly realized it was for very different reasons. Reed became animated & involved, while Rory sat still and pulled a pillow over his lap.
DYER ANDERSON vs. THE GOLDEN BOY
The match they came upon was already in progress. Big, brawny Dyer Anderson, the current World Heavyweight Champ, was being worked over in the corner by a smaller, beautiful, buff Blond man.
Rory was obviously aroused, but something happened that pulled the entirefocus of his world on to this match, and Pro wrestling. The Blond man grabbed the front of Dyer’s trunks, wrapped his fingers around his entire bulge and yanked down. Dyer’s face contorted into a grimace, and Rory thought he saw the faintest glimmer of pleasure. The Champ held on to the ropes, and his knees trembled.
The Ref smacked the Blond man’s shoulders, and warned him to take the action out of the corner. The cunning blond beauty pointed at something across the ring, and when the Ref looked away, he squeezed and yanked Dyer’s bulge, again. He, then, backed away with his hands up, showing the Ref he was a completely clean wrestler.
Dyer cupped his pained groin, and dropped to his knees.
Rory swore he saw Dyer’s bulge tented out in his trunks. He blushed, fully excited under his pillow.
Rory identified with the Challenger. He, himself, was blond, and hoped to be as muscular and good-looking as this beautiful bad boy. He already started working out, was on the swim team, and had been studying karate since he was 6. At 13, he was 5'9", and weighed 155 tight pounds. Between swimming and running, his face and body were almost always tanned, which set off his light gold hair, and blue eyes. His little brother looked a lot like him, but there was a touch of red in his hair. He was thicker and seemed that he’d be a bit broader as he grew up.
Rory liked Dyer Anderson, the presently helpless Champ. He was a ring veteran, about 40 years old, and was billed as 6 feet, 265lbs. He had thickly muscled arms, chest, back, shoulders, legs, and a bit of a belly. He was manly, tough, and hairy, with light brown hair. Something about his thickness held Rory’s interest, especially the way his big butt jiggled when he was slammed in his beer belly.
Dyer’s opponent was quickly becoming Rory’s favorite, though. He desperately wanted to know everything about him: his name, where he was from, how tall he was, how much he weighed, and how he could be so beautiful and yet so mean in the ring.
The Blond man backed away from Dyer Anderson, with his hands up, as the Ref bent down to ask The Champ if he was ok to continue.
The crowd also loved this new Blond heel. Cheers exploded when he posed and wiped down his muscles.
Dyer used the ropes to pull himself up. He rubbed his aching balls.
The Blond man came up beside the Ref, tapped his shoulder, and when the Ref turned away from The Champ, the Blond was able to whack Anderson’s bulge with an open-handed slap.
Dyer howled and leaned over the ropes. The Ref checked him, and Blondie’s hands were up, again, proclaiming his innocence. The announcer finally said the Blond man’s name, “Chris Enos”, and hailed him as “The Sports New Golden Boy”. He was the current U.S.A CHAMP. Rory repeated his name, “Chris Enos”.
Dyer Anderson struggled on the ropes and Rory actually felt tense for him. He loved the new guy, but knew Dyer would be humiliated to lose. Chris wiped down his muscles, again, then sauntered over to The Champ, who was still grimacing and holding on to the ropes for dear life. Chris stepped in front of Dyer and opened his arms up, in a pose of ultimate dominance.
BAM! Dyer hit him with a quick, HARD right to the abs. The Champ was playing possum, not nearly as hurt as he pretended.
Chris’s eyes bulged and he lost his breath. His hands cradled his abs. Dyer grabbed Enos’s right wrist with his left hand. WHAM! He buried another right into the challenger’s stomach. Chris’s butt jerked back, as he doubled over.
Anderson grabbed a handful of Chris Enos’ blond hair and pulled his head back. Enos held on to his stomach and groaned. Dyer CHOPPED him across his chest with a SMACK! He did a pained little dance as his perfectly muscled pecs bounced. Dyer licked his lips, and couldn’t resist. He grabbed those sweaty muscle pecs and clawed them. Chris howled and teetered on his tiptoes. He pulled backward and ended up with his back against the ring post.
The Ref slapped Dyer’s shoulder and called for a break. Dyer dropped the claw and gave Enos’s pecs a backhand CHOP. The Challenger expelled his lungs with a loud “OOOF”. His red chest bounced, again, and he held the ropes as hard as he could.
Anderson leaned in, his big meaty, hairy chest up against Chris’s smooth, tight pecs, and whispered something into Chris’s ear, with a sneer. The Champ’s thick paws were wrapped around The Challenger’s wrist, and in a split second, Enos was whipped across the ring, where his back hit the opposite ring post with a THUD!
"Ungh!“ Chris was dazed and winded, again. He slumped, and his elbows hooked over the top rope, keeping him almost on his feet.
Again Dyer pressed his brawny torso against Chris’s shiny, chiseled physique. Rory saw Anderson’s big butt flex slowly, twice, and imagined that he was grinding his bulge into Enos’s. Rory’s mind was spinning, and he ached to be alone with these two wrestlers, in the ring.
The Champ stepped back, and whipped the Challenger across the ring into the opposite post. THUD!
Dyer backed away, almost to the opposite corner. He ran, with all his might, toward The Challenger. In another show of his greater experience in the ring, he was able to stop about six feet in front of Chris, just out of range of the boot that Chris kicked up to try and nail The Champ in the breadbasket. It was just an inch from making contact. Dyer smiled, and pointed at the wily challenger, then laughed, because he saw the kick coming a mile away.
Enos was still recovering in the corner. He shook his head as Dyer powered in with an uppercut to the gut that was so hard Chris’s legs flew up. Spittle flew out of his mouth, along with a howling groan. He slumped down lower, sitting on the middle rope, wildly trying to catch his breath.
The Champ pulled him out of the corner by his hair, once more. Chris tried to stop him with a jab to his stomach, but it was too weak. Dyer responded with another uppercut to the gut, as he kept a hold of The Challenger’s hair. Chris’s jaw went slack, and his eyes closed as he grimaced and held his aching abs.
Dyer scooped him up in a crotch and shoulder lift. The Blond’s abs were now against Anderson’s upper chest. He carried the muscle boy center ring, and SLAMMED him down on his back. The Challenger arched up, and cried out.
Dyer leaned down and pulled the hurting blond boy up to his feet, by his golden locks. He was so dazed, desperate, and reckless that he made another grab for Dyer’s bulge.
The Champ kept a hold of Chris’s hair, and pulled him backwards into the ropes. His big butt flexed, again.
The Ref called for the break, “Off the ropes!”
“Unhh. I can’t.” Anderson looked down to his groin that was being roughed up at the moment.
The Ref smacked Chris’s arm, “Break it!” but he didn’t release. The Ref then pulled Chris’s arm with a YANK, and Dyer screamed out as Chris’s claw was ripped from his bouncing cock and balls.
Rory was transfixed. This time was able to see long enough to be sure that Dyer had indeed started to get an erection.
Dyer Anderson cupped his bulge with both hands. Rory didn’t even blink. He was transfixed on the Champ’s crotch. He had to see that hard-on, again.
The Ref pushed Chris away, scolding him, but he just argued back, pointing at The tormented Champion.
The ref shook his head, saying "NO” to whatever Chris was arguing about. BAM! Dyer’s fist came out of nowhere. Chris’s head shot up, and back, and he hit the mat, back first. He groggily looked up into the lights, and saw stars.
Dyer was right there, pulling Chris to his feet, by his hair. Once more, he scooped Chris up in another crotch and shoulder lift. He flipped Mr. Enos upside-down, and secured him in a belly-to-belly bear hug. The crowd went crazy. This was the set-up for Dyer’s finishing move: “The Wrecking Ball Pile Driver”. Dyer buried his face between Chris’s legs and his head moved around, as he walked his prey to center ring.
Rory squinted and wished he could see what Anderson was doing with his mouth.
Dyer hopped up and dropped down, pile-driving Chris Enos’s beautiful head into the canvas. He immediately fell limp, staring up at the lights, again. The Champ rested for a second, in his kneeling position, with The Challenger’s dazed head between his knees.
He lowered himself on top of Enos, and pushed his face into the front of the Challenger’s trunks, then slowly ground his own bulge into Chris Enos’s handsome face.
The Ref dropped down and pounded the mat, “ONE…TWO…THREE!!!” The victory bell sounded. “DING! DING!”
Dyer rested on top of his beaten opponent for a drawn-out moment too long. He burst out screaming, and rolled off, over to the ropes, holding his bulge. Apparently, Enos had bitten him.
The Champ yelled and threatened the defeated Challenger, pulling himself to one knee. He rubbed slowly between his legs. Enos rolled the other way, out of the ring. He slowly wiped off his muscles, flexed, and posed for the crowd, as if he was the victor.
Anderson watched with an incredulous, angry expression.
Rory was going insane. He swore he detected an erection in the front of Dyer’s trunks, again. The Show cut away to the announcer, as he awaited an interview with the Champ.
"Gotta go to the bathroom!“ Rory excused himself. He ran to his room, and locked the door. In no time, his holographic monitor was on, and he searched for anything he could find about Chris Enos. For hours he obsessed over the Golden Boy.
He watched Professional Wrestling religiously after that, alone as much as possible.
The All World Pro Wrestling Federation
In 2025, it was "discovered” that several government agencies had records of detected radio waves originated by a non-human source, since the early 2000’s. They had been working on deciphering them, and although none would release the content of the messages, they claimed they were “non-threatening”. Most people didn’t believe their authenticity, and “alien transmissions” became a joke for the rest of the decade. Religious organizations panicked and protested JPL, NASA, the US Government, Science, and anything else they could scream at. Every religion and philosophy lost followers, in droves.
Plans to colonize Mars were also being realized. Teams were organized and launch dates were already set.
Companies and corporations, large and small, rebranded, renamed, and reorganized to include the rest of the universe as possible commercial avenues. The ALL WORLD PRO WRESTLING Federation, or The A.W.P.W., became ALL WORLDS PRO WRESTLING - an easy fix. They used the slogan, “All WorldS Pro Wrestling: IT’S THE S!” for years after, even though other companies, in different fields, had used it decades earlier.
Rory Starts Wrestling
Rory started a collegiate wrestling class. It wasn’t the same as Pro, but he loved the feel of the struggle, the power, using his muscles against an opponent, the body contact, the rivalry, and the camaraderie.
He learned the basics pretty quickly, and did well against all the guys his age. He joined a local extracurricular wrestling team, as his junior high didn’t have one. By the time he was 15, and a freshman in high school, he’d already won a few local tournaments. He started sparring and lifting weights with a teammate, Todd James, who was 20lbs heavier and 1-½ years older. They became good friends. Todd was almost 17 years old, 6’, 195lbs. Rory had become a 5’11” 175 muscular 15 year-old, and the only freshman to make the Junior Varsity team in High school.
Todd shared Rory’s passion for every style of wrestling. He had no intention of competing in Pro, but was Rory’s biggest supporter. They even practiced pro holds and moves.
Rory kept up with Pro matches from all around the world, and would search for any digital recording or live holographic show he could find… alone in his room.
He became obsessed with Chris Enos and his road to the belt. Enos made no secret of his goal. Unfortunately, after his failed attempt, he slid down the list of contenders.
Next in line was the French Champion, Rene Sebastian, who had been chomping at the bit for months. Some countries previously displayed active disinterest in the World Title, preferring to wrestle exclusively for the fans of the own country, but that was changing.
RENE SEBASTIAN –France’s Champ
Rene Sebastian was 5'10", 225lbs, muscular, and although he was smaller, and lean, his butt was just as big as Dyer Anderson’s. That big bubble butt made him world-famous to wrestling fans. He had chestnut colored hair, hazel-green eyes, and always wrestled in powder pink bikini pro trunks. His hair was short on the sides, but long on top, and during the match was forever falling down, obscuring one eye.
His hands always made their way into his opponent’s trunks. Many considered him the dirtiest wrestler in the business, although Chris Enos’s reputation was building. Rene was also notorious for having a semi, or full erection, for the majority of a match. He was never embarrassed by it, and whether he won or lost, he loved his job.
He would even rub his erection in his rival’s face, which always brought him physical pleasure. Rumor had it that he would wrestle nude, in his practice matches. Rory searched endlessly for any kind of recording of them.
Sebastian began every match by air-kissing both of his opponent’s cheeks. It was never a ruse for a sneak attack, just a sincere gesture. He would often end matches the same way, which was interesting, considering the way he dealt with his opponents during the match.
After circling, and locking up, Rene would begin his sensually sadistic assault on his opponent’s testicles, nipples, penis, and midsection, all the while, with an erection. Sometimes, that erection would sneak up and poke up out of the waistband, or leg hole of his small wrestling trunks. Every so often it would be completely revealed by all the tugging, ripping, and clawing from an opponent who would fight fire with fire.
Rene was a fan favorite. The crowd loved seeing him manhandle an undeserving clean-cut rookie, but they were in heaven when he was on the receiving end of dirty tricks. He had groupies, and even other wrestlers, from all over the world throwing themselves at him.
Rene Sebastian held on to the Title of Mr. Paris for three years as he battled the All France Champion, Edouard Du Jardin, every time unsuccessfully. He wanted that title as much as Chris Enos wanted the All Worlds Heavyweight Belt.
Edouard Du Jardin, known as “Le Taureau” in France, or “The French Bull”, in the rest of the World, held the title for many years, undefeated. At 5’ 10”, he was a thick, brawny 255 pounds, and was a former strength trainer and power lifter.
He was the type of Frenchman who thought the world revolved around France, and never cared much about challenging champions from other countries.
Known to be a complete gentleman outside the ring, he openly detested Rene’s dirty style of wrestling. Rene’s tactics would only work on Edouard for so long, until one ball-grab too many would enrage the French Bull, and he would flatten Monsieur Sebastian.
When Edouard turned 45, he retired, undefeated, and declined all challenges, including from Rene, to whom he had already given 10 title matches. Sebastian wasn’t the slightest bit ashamed of his losses to Edouard, and he publicly begged Du Jardin for an 11th chance. No dice.
A tournament was held in which the top ten wrestlers in France competed. Rene became the new champ, but just barely. Two rivals came very close to defeating him – one bigger, and one much smaller.
Rene Sebastian vs. Frederick Souris
The smaller one was Frederick Souris, also known as “Freddie The Mighty Mouse”. He was a 21 year-old, tiny muscle boy, 5’2” tall, 160 lbs. He was just as sexually sadistic as Rene, maybe even more so. Their match became a “Battle of the Boners”, and they both inflicted very visible pleasure and pain on each other.
At one point, Frederick had Rene in the ropes. He pulled Rene’s hard-on through the leg hole of his trunks, and was pinching the head of his erection. Rene’s body trembled, and it looked like he was holding back an orgasm.
Freddie was then able to flip Mr. France on his back, and pin him, with his own hard-on pressing down on Monsieur Sebastian’s face.
Rene kicked out just before the Ref’s hand came down for the 3rd count. He was scared. How could a younger man, who was 60lbs lighter, knock him out of the tournament?
The little muscle boy used Rene’s chin to drag him up to his feet, easily lifted him up, and slammed him back-first into canvas.
Rene was a hot, sweaty spectacle, arching his back, which hoisted his hips up and showed off the erection poking out the leg of his trunks.
Souris showboated for the crowd. He looked down at Rene, who was rubbing his back, that boner was still exposed. Souris had to push his own erection down. It felt good.
Freddie ran to the ropes, rebounded, jumped high, and went for a big splash on Mr. Sebastian. As Freddie came down Rene caught him in both arms, squeezed him in a bear hug and rolled him over for the pin. Souris was stunned, but managed to push the bigger man onto his side, and escape the bear hug before the 3 count.
Freddie sat up with big eyes, his mouth hanging open. Rene swung his legs up and caught Freddie’s head in a leg scissor, and squeeeezed. Freddie grabbed on to Rene’s thigh muscles and tried to pull them apart, his fingers an inch away from that erection, still sticking out of his trunks.
Rene flexed his big, shiny quads, which pushed his manhood into Mr. Souris’ cheek. Freddie was very strong for his size, and he worked to get Rene onto his back. He almost succeeded, but Rene pulled on Freddie’s hair, and flopped Mighty Mouse back down to the mat.
Rene’s hard-on throbbed into Freddie’s face, as he flexed and re-flexed his thighs. Freddie couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed it and pulled HARD. Rene’s eyes squinted and his mouth opened wide. He said, in French, “Oh yes! PULL HARDER!” Freddie certainly tried to, and Rene moaned louder. Souris worked to get a better grip, and pulled harder. Rene moaned, again, and whispered, "If you do it again, I’m going to cum.”
Freddie wondered, if he could make Rene cum, maybe that would distract him. But, while Freddie was thinking about that, Rene grabbed Freddie’s hand and flipped him onto his back. He launched himself up so he was straddling Freddie’s neck, his knees pinning Freddie’s arms. Rene smiled, and pushed his hard-on into Freddie’s open mouth.
Freddie was pinned. He kicked and flailed. He tried to hook Rene’s arms with his legs, but the bigger man easily caught and hooked them.
Rene had Freddie all rolled up.
“UN! DEUX! TROIS!” The ref pounded the mat, and Rene Sebastian got the three count. He remained on top of Freddie Souris, pushing his erection in and out of the little muscleman’s mouth. Freddie was mad, humiliated and defeated, but also enormously aroused.
The Ref lifted Rene up off the smaller man, with his right arm and kept it raised in victory. Sebastian’s erect penis was still poking straight out the leg hole of his stretched-out, powder-pink trunks.
He made his way to the ropes, with his hands on his hips. He turned to lean on them, and looked back at Freddie, now on his knees, sporting his own erection. Rene put a knee on the middle rope and pushed it down. He motioned Freddie over. The little Muscle Mouse sprang up, and exited through the gap Rene made for him. They walked up the aisle to the locker room, together, boners bobbing.
Rene Sebastian vs. Alexandre Sauvage
The bigger man, who almost beat Rene, was Alexandre Sauvage. He was trained by, none other than, Edouard Du Jardin, himself. At 6'2", 245lbs, Alex was amazingly thick for a French man, and surprisingly agile for a big man. He was a great athlete, but hadn’t mastered his sadistic side, which gave Sebastian the edge. In fact, Mr. Sauvage was just as much a gentleman as his trainer, but hadn’t learned how to tap into his rage, like “The Bull” did so easily. He was basically a big, handsome jock boy, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
Early on in the match, Alexandre was able to take control with a chain of moves that had Rene Sebastian looking like a dazed jobber, who had never had a match before.
Edouard Du Jardin sat ringside, with a huge smile on his face.
After kicking out of a pin, for the second time, Rene scrambled to the ropes, and held on. The Ref backed Alexandre away.
Rene pulled himself to his feet, humiliated, shaken, but also surprised that he was already sporting an erection. He tried to shake out the cobwebs and get mad, but this sudden arousal had gotten the better of him. Alexandre was a very muscular specimen of extreme masculinity. Sebastian was relieved that Sauvage was straight, and never attacked the trunk region of other men. He was hugely attracted to him, and wasn’t sure what would happen if he had to defend himself sexually.
Alexandre came in quickly and dodged to Rene’s left just as Rene tried for a kick to his midsection. Rene was impressed by how well Edouard had trained his protégé.
Alex threw an elbow, clocking Rene dead on, in the jaw, then easily applied a very hard full nelson. A dazed Rene wondered how he was being worked so easily.
After a few moments, Monsieur Sebastian was able to walk them both over to the ropes. The crowd could see his very prominent erection, and for the first time, Rene was a bit self-conscious about it. He tried to hook a leg over the bottom rope, but Alexandre yanked him back away from the ropes, and cranked the nelson harder.
Rene was sweating. This was the second time in the tournament he was actually worried he might be beaten. He was desperate. Alexandre was a big, strong, strapping Ox, and his nelson was unbreakable. Rene couldn’t make a dent in it. He tried to flex and grind his butt into Alex’s bulge, hoping to distract him.
Alex responded by laughing and saying, in French, “Nice try, buddy.”
At no point did his nelson weaken, even slightly. Rene worked on walking them back to the ropes, and almost managed to get his leg hooked, when Alex yanked him back, again.
The Ref asked Rene if he wanted to submit.
He spat back, “Are you FUCKING crazy?” Rene was limp and tired, but his hard-on wagged, as his opponent manhandled him.
Alexandre was becoming very confident. He told the Ref, “Ask him, again! He’s not getting out of this!”
Rene slammed his butt back, into Alex’s crotch.
Alex just clamped the nelson tighter, but as he concentrated on that, Rene finally managed to get them to the ropes, and hook a leg.
The Ref called for the break. Alex gave a clean break, but he was annoyed. He smacked Rene’s chest as he moved back, “You know I would have gotten the submission, eventually!”
“Yeah, right, you dreamer!” Rene sneered at Alex, but he knew it was true. He could never have broken out of the hold without the Ref’s help. He held on to the ropes for a while, rubbing his neck and shoulders, and moving his head from side to side. When he finally did unhook his leg, and let go of the ropes, Alex was back on him. He wrapped Rene up in a bear hug, trapping his arms to his side. He squeezed Monsieur Sebastian, and leaned back, lifting his victim’s feet off the ground.
Alex had just made a huge mistake, although he could never have known. When he trapped Rene’s arms inside his own, Rene’s right hand ended up just an inch from the front of his trunks. Rene gasped for breath as his hand immediately made it’s way in. Rene relished the mix of fear and surprise he saw on his captor’s face.
Edouard had neglected this part of student’s training. In a similar situation, Rene would have seen Ed’s eyes flash with anger, and if he continued to molest Mr. Du Jardin’s privates, he’d turn him into an unstoppable raging bull. Maybe it was because Alex was a rookie, or because he hadn’t yet completely come to terms with his own sexuality, but Rene’s fingers, wrapped around his cock AND balls, threw him completely off his game.
Alex held on to the bear hug, but called out in French, “WHAT THE HELL? REF! HE’S GRABBING MY FUCKING DICK!”
The Ref shrugged. There wasn’t a territory left in Pro Wrestling that prohibited manhandling of an opponent’s manhood, in fact it was highly encouraged. If there wasn’t a certain amount of molestation in a show, the fans would protest.
Rene pulled up on his rival’s genitals and Alex couldn’t take it. He relinquished the bear hug and grabbed his tormentor’s wrists, trying to pull his hands away.
Edouard Du Jardin settled back in his seat and frowned, partly annoyed with Rene’s antics, but also somewhat entertained that he got to watch Rene Sebastian do this to someone else.
Rene quickly pulled up and down on Alex’s jewels, and Alex stood, petrified, howling. Rene then grabbed Alex’s wrist and propelled him into the ropes. He threw up an arm, ready to catch Alex with a clothesline.
Instead, Alex rebounded, then dropped down, and lunged a big elbow into Rene’s midsection.
“OOO-Uhnnn!” Rene doubled up, holding his gut.
Alex took a moment to rub his still aching bulge.
Rene stepped back to the ropes, and faced his opponent. He couldn’t help but smile when he noticed that Alex’s bulge was a bit bigger and stiffer. That energized his sexual sadism. He pushed himself back, into the ropes, then propelled himself forward and jumped up, hitting Alex in the chest with a standing drop kick.
The baby bull stumbled back a few feet, but managed to stay standing. He charged, and dropped down, again, aiming another elbow at Rene’s stomach. Rene saw it coming and was able to pull to the side, out of range. Alex had to grab the ropes to stop himself, and ended up on his knees with his torso sticking through.
Rene was behind Alex. He wrapped an arm around his neck, in a kind of one-armed headlock, pulled him down on the mat, and, of course, his other hand made it’s way into Alex’s trunks. Sauvage grimaced, and it became apparent that Sebastian was fingering and squeezing something.
Alex undulated back and forth, kicking his legs like a dolphin, while focusing all his attention on trying to get Rene’s hand out of his trunks. He yelled, “ARRET! ARRET!” which means “STOP!” in French.
Rene couldn’t stop smiling. As good a wrestler as Alex was, he had lost his concentration. He wasn’t wrestling anymore. He had been knocked off his game, and was now just reacting to dirty tactics.
Rene kept a hold of his opponent’s privates and swung his legs over so he was covering Sauvage. The ref dropped down for the count, but Alex was able to easily buck Rene off of him before the 1st slap of the mat.
Rene rolled up to his feet quickly, while Alex held his privates and struggled to his knees. The Ref asked him if he was OK to continue. He snarled, “OUI!”
Monsieur Sebastian was now back to his old cocky self. He got behind Alex, again, and pulled him up to his feet by his hair. Alex yelled out, still preoccupied by his aching genitals, which he was still holding on to.
Rene wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist and hoisted him up. He dropped backwards, and crashed Sauvage’s shoulders into the canvas, in a German Suplex. He held on, and had Alex in another pinning predicament. The Ref dropped down, but Alex easily kicked out, again.
This time, both wrestlers rolled up to their feet, and faced each other. Rene’s smile grew when he saw the look on his rival’s face. Alex was furious, but there was also trepidation in his eyes. That was never present in Edouard’s.
Mr. Sauvage knew he was a better technical wrestler, and that he was stronger, but he had no idea how to compete against Sebastian’s dirty tactics. He raised his hands, challenging Sebastian to a test of strength.
Rene pretended to be worried, and approached The Baby Bull slowly, to show him that he knew who was stronger. He meekly raised one hand, and as Alex clamped down on it, Rene’s free hand clamped down on Alex’s balls. He had to laugh. He couldn’t believe Sauvage could be such a good wrestler, but so dumb.
Alex grabbed Rene’s wrist with both of his hands. He was at Mr. Sebastian’s mercy. He scrambled backwards, trying to free himself, but Rene kept that claw on his nuts. They wound up in the corner, Alex’s back to the ring post.
Rene pulled them back out.
Alex yelled, in French, “REF! MAKE HIM STOP”.
The Ref laughed, “Stop him from doing what? If you didn’t want your penis and testicles molested, you never should have wrestled Rene Sebastian.”
Rene flashed a great big proud grin. He looked Alex straight in the eye and laughed.
Sauvage appealed to the Ref. Surely there was something he could do.
Rene reared back and buried a big right fist into his opponent’s gut. WHAM!
Alex doubled up.
Rene didn’t waste one second. He dropped down behind Alex, hooked an arm up through his legs, and rolled him down on his back for another pin. One hand thrust itself into Alex’s trunks from the front, the other was wrapped around Alex’s leg and found its way into the back of his trunks. Sebastian leaned his back across Sauvage’s chest, and had his legs up in the air.
Alex floundered like a caught fish, his big, muscular legs kicking spastically and independently.
Rene bit his lower lip and concentrated on what he was doing in Sauvage’s trunks.
The kicking stopped. Alex’s face turned red and started trembling, “No! No! No! No!…” Whatever Sebastian was doing in those trunks seemed to immobilize the big guy. He begged, again, “No! No! No!…” only in a lower, strained voice.
The Ref dropped to the canvas. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! “UN! DEUX! TROIS!”
Rene got the three-count easily. Alex was so traumatized, he hardly even knew he was pinned.
Sebastian shot up to his feet. He bent down to offer a hand to the defeated Challenger, but he backed away, and cautiously rose to his feet at a safe distance. Rene was all smiles, but Alex was humiliated, holding the bulging front of his trunks.
The bell rang out and the Ref raised Rene Sebastian’s right hand in victory, while Alex fumed.
Rene stepped forward with an extended hand, and congratulated his opponent on a hard-fought battle. He said, in French, “That was a good match. You’re a tough…”
But, Alex slapped his hand away, “And YOU are a dirty cheater!”
Rene smirked. He became more aroused seeing Alex’s hard-on as he turned to storm out of the ring.
Sauvage looked down when he got to the ropes and saw his mentor, Edouard Du Jardin sitting in the front row, with his arms crossed. He immediately turned around, and walked back to Rene, center ring. He extended his own hand, for a shake, “You are, indeed, a formidable competitor”.
Rene smiled, and vigorously shook Alex’s hand, “Thank you. I look forward to our next match”.
There was a flash of fear in Alex’s eyes, as he gave Rene a slight nod, then exited the ring.
Rene posed for the crowd, which was on its feet.
When he went to exit, he also spotted Edouard Du Jardin. They made eye contact. Rene admired Du Jardin immensely, but was always very intimidated. He was surprised to see Edouard’s lips slightly curling up at the edges, forming the tiniest smile.
Rene, in turn, gave Du Jardin a salute.
DYER ANDERSON vs. RENE SEBASTIAN
All Worlds Pro Champ vs. All France Pro Champ
Dyer Anderson was very confident he could easily beat the Frenchman. He had survived a sexual onslaught from the master of Sadism, Chris Enos, and while he would never admit it publicly, he rather enjoyed it. This upcoming match with Rene Sebastian wouldn’t be anywhere near as genitally demanding… he hoped. Anderson joked in interviews that he would match his boner against Mr. France any day of the week. He also stated that he’d put his big butt on the line against Mr. Sebastian, and went on to say that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on Rene’s.
A special interview was set up where they were on camera together. Even though they had just met, they came across more like old buddies than bitter rivals. They laughed, joked, and smiled while trading threats.
Dyer Anderson squeezed Rene Sebastian’s shoulder when he said, “You know I’m going to own your ass, right Frenchie? Grab my dick all you want. You’re gonna end the match on your back, with your legs in the air!”
Rene loved that. He answered back, in French, “After I win, you’ll be sucking my dick in the locker room!”
Anderson didn’t know the words he said, but he understood the meaning clearly enough. The interview ended with them hugging and Rene’s trademark kiss to both of Dyer’s cheeks. Anderson loudly whispered in Sebastian’s ear, “You’ll be kissing my other cheeks after our match”
He was surprised when Sebastian replied, in English, “Gladly!”
AWPW World Heavyweight Pro Champion DYER ANDERSON vs. AWPW Heavyweight Champion of France RENE SEBATIAN
TITLE MATCH
Announcer: “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, INTRODUCING THE CHALLENGER, IN HIS SIGNATURE POWDER PINK TRUNKS, STANDING 5 FEET, 10 INCHES TALL, AND WEIGHING 225 POUNDS, THE CURRENT ALL WORLDS PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF FRANCE, RENE SEBASTIAN!!!”…
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