Jobber VS Jobber

DING DING DING!!!!!!

The two of you circle each other and lock up center ring. Lee is the first to twist you into an arm lock, but you are able to reverse it quickly. He manages to flip over and break the hold and backs up to regroup.

Tyson and Devin watch the match intently, making notes and keeping stone cold expressions.

You lock up again, but this time Lee whips you into the rope. He goes for a clothesline but you see it coming and duck underneath. You bounce off the other side and charge with a cross body slash. Caught off guard, the move hits and Lee is taken down to the mat. You hook his leg and go for the pin.

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But Lee is strong, pushing you off of him so that you catch a bit of air. He recovers quickly and stalks you around the ring.

He blows a kiss your way and charges at you. You brace for the impact, but the cowboy was smart and slid the last moment hitting your ankles. Your body came crashing forward as you caught yourself with your hands. It was just enough time for you to see Lee’s right fist punching down into your temple. The hit lands and you are face down on the canvas. Lee gets up and starts dancing around the ring.

“Yee Haw! I said I like being a jobber, never said I didn’t know how to be a heel.”

“Don’t give him time to recover!” Devin barked.

Lee took the advised and picked you up by the neck. You struggled to get to your feet but it didn’t matter. He tucked your head between his thighs, hooked your arms and brought your crashing back down with a DDT. Face down again, but your hips bounced up and down. Lee turned you over and went for the pin.

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The DDT had done its job and your felt like you were miles away. Somehow you managed just enough to throw your shoulder up in time.

Lee slapped the mat in frustration and picked you up again. He walked you over to the corner, sitting you on the middle turn buckle. You were still to dazed to fight him spreading each leg over the center ropes.

“Time to try somethin’ different boy.”

You were face to face and Lee took your head and **** his tunge into your mouth. You instinctively started kissing back, tasting the remnants of this morning's barbeque sauce. His free hand traveled between your legs, pressing two fingers onto your hole over your trunks. Lee shows his strength in just those two fingers and you start moaning into his mouth. Your body reacts and your cock starts to swell.

“Thats it Lee, get him horned up enough and he won't want to fight.” Tyson commented.

Lee steps back and then slowly makes his way to the opposite corner. You’re trapped, still reeling from the blows to the head and foreplay.

He grabs onto the top ropes and starts slamming his boot to the canvas hard, signaling his charge. He starts to run at you, but you have just enough slack to get out of the corner at the last second. Lee’s chest slams into the turnbuckle, he spins around and staggers forward into your waiting super kick. The **** throws him back into the corner and ready your counter.

You take advantage of his stunned state, grab his run and run it into the canvas with a flying bulldog. The **** makes Lee’s body bounce and he lands on his back. You hook his leg and go for the pin.

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It’s still not enough and Lee kicks out. You are exhausted from the fight, but it’s the most fun you’ve had in a while. You both slowly get to your feet and circle each other once again, locking up center ring. Lee uses his strength to pull you in closer and whispers in your ear.

“You ready to be my little jobber?”