The match begins.

Rex returned through the garage door, dressed in tight black trunks and matching boots, his shaggy black hair being rather complimentary to the rest of his look. I readjusted my own tight gear, the cherry red trunks leaving little to the imagination, causing my junk to bulge and my ass crack to chafe. That’s what I get for increasing the amount of squats I do every morning. My feet fit snugly in my white boots, and while my gear was ill-fitting, I still felt proud of my appearance. I made sure to flex my biceps as I stretched in the ring, hoping to impress the youngster with my superior physique.

“Wow! How do those trunks contain that ass!? Like a plump juicy cherry. I bet it feels really good to spank those buns.” Rex remarked as he stared at my backside. “Err... Thanks? Ya know, if you spend too much time admiring your opponent, they’re gonna wipe the floor with you.” I ignored the peculiar comment and tried to get him to focus on the right stuff, but his eyes still lingered, making me feel a little objectified. I had to make sure to turn my face, because I knew my cheeks were blushing all over again, and really didn’t want him seeing. “Hehe, your cheeks are as red as you trunks. Ah! Oh I get it now! Rosy Boy! Cause your cheeks are always rosy! It all makes sense now!” Rex had an epiphany as he caught me appreciating his crude compliments. “Hrm... Yeah. That’s right. And that’s the only reason. I assure you.” I meekly responded, while finally managing to shake off the blushing cheeks.

“Ding ding!” I cried out, using my voice in place of an actual bell. I flexed my biceps, tensed my abs, and adopted a wrestling stance. I was trying real hard to show off, needing to put on a strong front in order to intimidate the newbie. What kind of coach would I be if my clients didn’t respect me? Rex tried to mimic me, adopting a sloppier version of my stance as he stood in front of me. “You see, wrestling isn’t all about power, skill, and winning. You need to have a good look, be charismatic, and be exciting. You need people to be thrilled when you walk into a room. You can’t just be concerned with coming out on top.” I offered some lessons as we started to circle each other in the ring. “Is that why you lose so often?” Rex asked innocently. “Snrk! That’s not what I’m saying! You won’t get far in this business if you’re boring.” I tried my best to explain my point, though I felt like I was starting to lose the plot. Rex stopped to ponder what I had said and replied with, “Okay... I think I get it. So if I beat you with a really cool finisher, people are sure to get behind me. Right?”

I rolled my eyes as Rex tried his best to figure out the meaning behind my words, and I used his momentary thoughtfulness to sneak behind him. I wrapped my arms around his waist, bending my knees and creating a low center of gravity, as I gripped his stomach tight. “Maybe worry less about what you’re winning move is gonna be, and worry more about how to attain that win.” I tried to keep the youngster thinking as I worked to manhandle him. “Oh right, my bad. Business before pleasure, right.” Rex quaintly stated as he thrust his hips forward, before thrusting them backwards. His bum slammed into my crotch, causing me to release my grip, and stumble backwards. I leaned up against the ropes as I placed my hands on my ailing groin, massing my aching balls gently. The tingling sensation in my loins had me feeling weird, I had no idea what to make of it, but chose to ignore it.

“How was that sir?” Rex asked with an eager look in his eyes. “Grk! N-not bad for a rookie.” I said through gritted teeth. “But you can’t win every encounter with brute ****. Good technique can take down the strongest of foes.” I ramped up my aggression, trying not to let his sudden advantage deter me, launching myself at him. I was quick enough that I was able to catch Rex in a headlock, wrenching on his head and neck, taking back control in the process. “You see, I’ve got you completely debilita-woah!?” My self-praise was cut short when I felt a painful jolt spark in my belly. Rex had managed to shove his elbow into my abs, causing me to double over, and clutch my stomach in pain. “Wow coach! I’m learning so quickly. You’re a really good teacher!” Rex offered me praise, but it really didn’t feel earned. And before I could pile on more lessons, I found myself locked in a headlock, as Rex wrapped his arm around my head.