Broken Pride

I’m Scott, 6ft, green eyes, 36, medium brown hair, short beard, got a nice muscled bod from my days in the Marines. Ever since I got out of the military, I found wrestling with my buddies was a great way to get in a good workout and great sex on top of it. My last couple of matches have been with this guy named Tibor. He is about my height, Russian, 45, bald headed but hairy, goatee, a little bit of a belly on him, but the dude is solid muscle. I won the last two bouts, and this time he challenged me to a match with my apprentice Peter 23, and his little fuck toy Christophe, 24, ringside to watch.

I had been training Peter for the last couple of months, going over all the professional rules. He was 5’10”, with brown eyes, sandy blond hair and a ripped lead body. It was win by pin only, so submissions could be as many as you want, but the round wasn’t over until you got the 1,2,3. It was a best two out of three, winner determines the stakes and looser has to obey.

We got to the ring at a private gym and I saw Christoph, 6ft, blond hair and blue eyed, bigger muscles than Peter, but the two of them wouldn’t be fighting tonight. Peter and I came in stars and stripes trunks with blue boots and red wrist bands, while the Russians were all decked out in red. Guys in the gym started placing bets as Tibor and I jumped into the ring.

Scott: You ready to lose again jobber?

Tibor: We will see who will be the one screaming at the end of this.