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Chapter 22 by Samson Samson

Do you kick out?

You avoid the pin

Dazed and disoriented, all you can feel is the sole of Barbara's foot pressed firmly against your chest, crushing your sternum. You sense her standing over you, powerful, beautiful, and smiling condescendingly, although, writhing in agony, you can barely focus on her muscular yet stunning physique.

"I didn't expect much from you, but you've given me even less than I expected. You're a pathetic wrestler." You hear her say with disdain, her voice dripping with contempt.

Suddenly, another voice echoes in your ears. 'ONE!' You realize the referee has started counting.

"My first match can't end like this!" you think with desperation, as your mind struggles to focus on a way out of your **** situation, despite the pain and excitement that's ravaging your exposed body. Your heart racing, you try to muster the strength to push back, to prove yourself, but Barbara's foot feels like a ton of bricks, pinning you down.

You're trapped, helpless, and at her mercy. The crowd is cheering, but all you can hear is the sound of your own ragged breathing, and the referee's voice, counting down to your defeat. "TWO!"

In a **** bid to escape, you grab Barbara's foot by the ankle, yanking it downwards as your legs flail wildly, trying to strike her other foot and knock her off balance. To your surprise, your legs manage to connect with her sculpted supporting leg, and the pressure of her foot on your chest suddenly ceases.

"What the fuck...?'", the muscular blonde exclaims, her voice laced with shock and frustration, as she crashes backwards onto the mat. The ring shakes beneath her massive, muscular frame, and a pained cry tells you she's hurt herself in the fall.

"Good." you think, as you awkwardly roll to one side, putting distance between yourself and Barbara, while searching for the strength to get back to your feet. Your heart still racing, you take a moment to catch your breath, your eyes fixed on Barbara's stunned expression. For a moment, you think you've got the upper hand, but you know it won't last. Barbara's not one to stay down for long, and you'll need to be ready to face her wrath when she gets back to her feet.

You manage to hoist yourself up, using one of the posts for support, feeling your exposed massive testicles and still cleary erected, dripping cock slap against your muscular, defined thighs. The crowd erupts in a frenzy of excitement, their eyes fixed on both of you. You, the rookie, practically naked but standing tall, while she, the powerful, beautiful, and seasoned veteran, lies dazed and helpless in the center of the ring.

"Didn't see that coming, did you?" you taunt, your voice dripping with malice, as your eyes roam over her body, taking in the sight of her muscular physique, her enormous but firm breasts heaving slightly with each labored breath, her torso trembling with pain. '

"Now you'll see..." you say, a sly grin spreading across your face as you climb up the post to the top rope. A sudden wave of embarrassment washes over your muscular body as you realize that thousands of spectators are staring at you right now, completely naked but your mask, with your impressive virility on full display, becoming erected again in all its awesome size.

But it's all part of the show, and you know you have nothing to be ashamed of. Still, your discomfort is palpable. You try to shake it off, focusing on the match, on the beautiful, muscular body of Barbara, which seems to be begging to be dominated by a man like you. You feel a surge of adrenaline and testosterone, your confidence growing with each passing moment as your magnificent cock.

You're ready to take control, to show Barbara who's boss. And as you gaze out at the sea of faces, you know that you're not just fighting for yourself, but for the crowd, for the thrill of victory, and for the chance to prove your worth in the ring. Bravely, with a notorious erection between your chiseled groins, you leap off the top rope, soaring through the air in a perfect plata, aiming straight for Barbara's prone form. "Mr. Domino dominates!!!", you roar loud while you fall down to the Valkyrie.

Are you man enough to dominate Barbara, or is she too much woman for you?

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