The Tournament continues

Normally, the four-hour wait feels endless, but this time, with Aubrey by my side, it flew by like the wind.

Soon I had to get ready again for another match, which, like the first one, I won with ease.

I admit I’d never felt in such great shape in my life, and I even got some applause from the stands when the referee stopped the match at 9-0. Apparently, I’d won again before the end of the first round.

I said goodbye to my opponent with the utmost respect and rushed over to watch Aubrey’s match, which had just begun.

She had no trouble winning this second match. The first round ended 3–0 in her favor, with not much action. The boy, named Anthony, was very nervous and calculating. Aubrey was taller and bigger than him, and it was up to her to attack most of the time, but the boy always managed to dodge her grabs just in time.

The second round was quite interesting, as Aubrey managed to finally have a hold of him, instead of going for a classic technique or a submission, she chose to sit with her full weight on her opponent’s face. At first he tried to defend himself, but when Anthony’s face ended up right between his opponent’s buttocks, he seemed to calm down, as if he’d given up. He spent a few seconds in this “dirty paradise” pinned to the ground until the referee called the knockout. Anthony couldn’t continue, smothered by his opponent ass.

Aubrey had claimed another “victim,” who was clearly happy to be one, judging by the obvious hard-on he had under his wrestling-suit.