Chat fight: Fury vs Kirk

Kirk: charging down the aisle in front of a PACKED house who are jammed in to every corner of the arena to see the veteran old timer Cowboy Chris Fury take on the wonder Kid Kirk...


Kirk: drop my bag of ropes at ringside...leap up onto the apron...do a flip over the top rope landing on my dark green boots...sporting a sexy hot tight neon green thong for this one...

Kirk: at 5'11" 170lbs the Kid circles the ring...arms in the air...thick hard bulge in the crotch of that thong...bare butt cheeks jiggling...crowd going wild with a mixture of cheers and boos...

Fury: two step down the aisle, high fiving the fans, tight ass white trunks with FURY across it and black and white cowboy boots rol into the ring and up and toss my cowboy hat to the fans, jump down to bend over and take off my rodoe chaps

Fury: 5'7'' 150# lean and defined, Cowboy Chris Fury, fans go wild

Kirk: licking my lips as you bend over...checking out those buns packed tightly into that speedo...shove your shoulder into the post putting your body over the middle turnbuckle...

Kirk: press my one hand on your back...pressing your chest down to the turnbuckle...trace my finger over the F U R Y on the ass of your speedo and then give that ass a hot smackkkkkkkkkk with my open hand...

Kirk: loud boos coming from the crowd and a lot of laughs as well...rip those chaps off you...circle them over my head and toss them out to the crowd who fight over who gets them...

Kirk: ref all over me...match hasn't even started...back off...hands up...ref checking on you and calling for the bell...

Fury: slammed into the corner, my dick gets hard when you trace the FURY, ref checks me when you walk around with my chaps, turn in the corner and when you turn around to me I race out of the corner with head down for a cannon ball into your gut

Kirk: ooooooppphbhbhbhbh cowboy driving his head into the Kid's well defined hard abs...

Kirk: stagger back against the ropes...coughing and spitting...

Fury: stand and look at the fans and then grab my tight trunks and and slowly work my way out of them and have on nohting but a black thong

Fury: take my trunks and come over to you and start to choke you with them on the ropes

Kirk: that cannon ball into the belly still has me gasping and sucking in air...eyes suddenly go wide...huge roar coming from the crowd...whistling as you slowly slide out of those tight trunks of yours and reveal that hot black thong your wearing underneath...

Kirk: crowd going CRAZYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY the Cowboy has won them over with this unusual attire from the hot older rassler...checking out your big hard bulge in the crotch of that thong and your bare muscled buns as well...

Kirk: my boots dancing on the canvas as my back is pressed back against the rope with that speedo of yours locked around my throat...being choked with it...hands up clutching at that speedo...gagging for air...ref moving in...crowd loving it...

Fury: ref counts me I toss my trunks to a fan, grab your right arm and send you to the ropes, bend over for a back body drop, my ass in the air

Kirk: breathing in fresh air as you finally release the speedo choke...fans fighting over that speedo now as well...

Kirk: whipped into the far ropes...bounce off them...see you bent over...big mistake by the vet...

Kirk: stop...pivot...jump in the air and slam the back of my thigh down across the back of your neck...

Fury: oh FUCK, slammed into the mat face first, lay there, my bare ass in the air, flexing, arms at my side, my fans groan

Kirk: roll up to my knees beside you...SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK your barfe ass with my hand...laughing out at the crowd...

Kirk: roll up to my boots...reach down...grab your wrists...jerk your arms upppppppppppp and stomp my boot into your back...

Fury: your slap stings my ass, your boot to my back as you pull my arms up and back has the ref asking me and I say No fucking way man, my face and dick on the mat, ass flexing

Kirk: loosen my grip on your wrists and let your pecs and face slam back down to the canvas...grip them tightly again and jerk up on them again...arching your back and pulling your head and chest up off the canvas again...

Kirk: stomp your bare ass this time with my boot...cruching your crotch into the canvas...loosen my grip on your wrists and let your face and pecs hit the canvas again...

Kirk: jerk back up on those arms and peel your chest and face off the canvas again while I grind the sole of my boot into your bare muscled sweaty ass cheeks now...

Fury: arched up and then you slam me to the mat again, humilating the old fart cowboy


Fury: your big boot in my ass crack, Ref, his boot is in my ass crack, my dick rock hard under me

Kirk: ref tells you there's no rule against that as I jerk hard on those arms of yours...twist my boot and slide the toe of it into your ass crack...rubbing it against the thong strap in your crack...

Kirk: Cowboy fans furious...Kid's fans laughing and loving it as the youngster has some fun with his older rassling rival...

Fury: that big boot working my asshole makses me leak in my thong, ref asking me and I say No way man, FUCK, my fans are yelling to get up

Kirk: give those arms one last hard jerk upwards...give that asshole one last poke with the toe of my boot...pull it out and slam it into the back of your head as I let go of your wrists...

Kirk: smashing your face back down to the canvas as I walk over your bar buns...arms in the air...struting the ring now...taking in the cheers of my fans and the boos of yours...

Fury: slam my face into the mat with the force of your boot then walk over my bare ass, lay there moaning, my fans chant KICK HIS ASS over and over

Kirk: move back over to you...grab your hair...jerk you up to your knees...rubbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb your face into my hardddddddddddddd boner in my wet thong while I flex my other arm...

Kirk: my fans laughing...your going wild...ref in my face warning me about rubbing your face into my thong...wink at him...

Fury: dazed and smelling your big balls and dick, hands on your bare ass, coming around slowly

Kirk: flex my bare ass cheeks against your hands...jerk you up to your boots using your hair...

Kirk: scoop you up...my fingers digging into those muscled ass cheeks of yours...rubbing along that thong strap up your crack...

Kirk: POUNDDDDDDDDDDDDD you back to the canvas with a body slam that has the ring shaking from the impact...hands in the air again...grinning...Kid having his way with the older veteran rassler so far and loving it...

Fury: pulled up to my cowboy boots then lifted between the legs and slammed hard, arch back up, my leaking big hard on visble my cowboy boots kick the mat, fans BOOOOOOOOOOOO

Kirk: drop my knees down over your arms...my bare sweaty buns over your face...your nose going into my sweaty crack and rubbing against my thong strap as I flex my buns against your face...

Kirk: flex my arms above you...your fans going WILDDDDDDDDDDDD again...screaming at the ref...booing loudly...

Kirk: mine LAUGHING...cheering...giving them the nod as the ref drops to check on you as I hear your muffled moans coming from my sweaty muscled buns covering your face...

Fury: you face sit the ring veteran, forcing him to smell your asshole my dick gets harder my big cowboy boots kick the mat


Fury: your fans wild and you are winning over a few new ones, the old fart has his face up your hot hole, take my tongue and work it up your ass

Kirk: moannnnnnnnnn out as I feel your tongue expertly working up into my crack...isn't the first time and won't be the last time the Kid has had the older rassler in this position but it's one he loves to put the older veteran into and knows as well...he's been in the Cowboy ass a few times himself...

Kirk: as the ref checks on you I bring my arms down...my one palm rubs over that huge hardon thrusting up in your hot thong...

Kirk: other hand taps your big balls in your thong and begins to tickle them as I bring my other fingers up and lick the precum off them seeping through your thong...

Fury: jacking the old fart rassler off, cowboy brings his boots up and catches your head in a tight scissors and pulls you off to the side and place your head into my ass crack and squeeze hard


Fury: shake my head and smell fresh air

Kirk: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO suddenly the Kids head trapped tightly in the Cowboy's hard thighs...jerked forward off you and onto my side on the canvas...coming off your face and arms...

Kirk: head being squeezed tightly in the powerful thighs of the old timer...face smothered up against your bare buns...nose imbedded in your sweaty crack...rubbing against your thong strap...

Kirk: inhaling your potent ass scent...Cowboy fans FINALLY have something to cheer about as they go wild...Kid's fans suddenly silent...shocked as this turn of events in the ring...

Kirk: my boots pounding into the canvas...thong damp with precum and sweat...Kid's big boner and balls outlined in it...mmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrpppppppphhhh...

Fury: smile at my fans and threaten to fart but dont have to right now, your fans worried reach back and shove your face up into my ass and slap at your dick in your thong, fans wild now

Kirk: know I am now in danger of the dreaded gas chamber move from the veteran that has won him numerous matches...even some against me...

Kirk: my body thrashing on the canvas trying to get free of this power scissors crushing my head and forcing me to inhale your cowboy ass scent...

Kirk: ref down and checking on me...trying to talk but too tightly squeezed in the scissors...face too tightly smothered against your sweaty buns...MMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH...

Kirk: tongue licking out at your thong strap...trying to pull it to the side in your crack to flick it at your manhole...cock thrusting and leaking more into my wet thong as you play with it...Cowboy fans going nuts...

Fury: using my tight scissors on your head and forcing your face up into my asshole, tighten my lock at the ankles with my cowboy boots, smile at the fans

Kirk: head feels like it going to explode as those powerful thighs tighten up around it and force my face even tighter...if that were possible...against those sweaty firm rounded muscled buttocks of yours...

Kirk: my nose pressed in against your sweaty crack...trapped there by your flexing buns...my tongue working your hole...hoping to distract you enough to free myself...but doesn't seem to be working...in fact seems to be having the opposite effect...you likeing it and the crowd eating it up...

Kirk: slapping and clawing at your thighs...legs thrusting from side to side...boots stomping into the canvas...cock ROCK HARD and outlined in my wet thong...being weakened in this hold...MMMMMMMRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHH...

Fury: my dick leaking as I smother you, my balls getting full, one leg loosens as you work my hungry asshole, fans chant for us

Kirk: this super hot older fart rassling pro working the Kid good...lungs filling with that ass scent...head spinning from the scissors...suddenly detect a loosening of the scissors...maybe the tongue work on your manhole is having an effect...

Kirk: the youngster makes his move...thrust my tongue up into your hole...at the same time thrust my legs to one side and roll us both over to our stomachs with my face still smothered against that ass of yours...

Kirk: pull up to my knees...reach my hands back and grab the toes of yours boots...feel that scissor loosen some more and pull your boots apart...popping my head free...

Kirk: give it a good shake...take in some fresh air...cross one boot behind your other knee...pull that boot forward and trap both legs against your thighs...your boots against your buns...lift myself slightly and drive an elbow into the small of your back...

Fury: rolled to, my gut and your hand works on the toes of my big cowboy boots, then you pop your head free

Fury: working the toe of my boot up against my ass cheek then yell out when you drop an elbow across my back, slap the mat, fans boo, my asshole wet and hungry

Kirk: gasping and sucking fresh air into my lungs...shaking my head to get my senses back...face returning to his normal cover...sweat shaking off my thick curlty blonde hair...your scent lingering on my nostrils...give my fans the thumbs up...

Kirk: roll up and kneel on either side of your trapped legs...staddling them and keeping your boot pressed into your sweaty ass...give that impressive ass of yours a slap with my hand...

Kirk: reach forward and grab your hair...jerking your head and chest up off the canvas and arching your back...your fans BOOINGGGGGGGGGGG...

Kirk: ref warning me as I slam your forehead back to the canvas and as the ref drops to check on you...slide my index finger into your hole and rub the tip of my finger against your prostate...BIG GRIN ON MY FACE...

Fury: my ass cheeks crawling up my ass cheeks, you grab my hair and slam my face into the mat, you working on my hole, FUCKER is in my ass REF, my dick getting wetter and wettter, slap the mat, start to crawl and claw to the ropes, my fans chant


Fury: KICK HIS ASS KICK HIS ASS

Kirk: pull my finger out of your hole as soon as you start yelling...slappppppppp those sweaty buns again...give them a good rub and pull with my fingers...

Kirk: lift my crotch up off your crossed and trapped legs...slide my one boot in between those crossed legs...bring your one boot toe around behind my upper calve keeping your legs trapped as I turn around facing away from you...

Kirk: suddenly fall backwards...my shoulder hitting the canvas beside your head...bring my hands over and cup your chin...arching your head up as I pull on your trapped legs at the same time...

Kirk: keeping you face down on the canvas...my crotch and abs arched up...my fans going wild now...arch that head up higher...work those trapped legs more...Cowboy crowd suddenly quiet...

Fury: you use a hold on the cowboy to work his spine and legs, arched up and grabbing my chin and pulling back, you are working me good on the mat

Fury: your boot holds mine in place, slap the mat, ref asking and I say NO WAY MAN, but feeling the strain


Fury: your dick high in the air in your thong

Fury: my bare ass flexing in my thong

Kirk: flex my arms and pull back on that chin some more...my arched up thong totally wet and dhowing off my outlined cock in it...my fans whistling...yours groaning...

Kirk: working your trapped legs...working your spine and back of your neck...turn my face toward your pained face trapped in my cupped hands on your chin...

Kirk: "give it up old man...the youngster got the upper hand now and I know this one hurts...would have to permanately damage you...after all once you give the fun times begins with my hogtied cowboy again"...laughing...ref asking asking...the roar of my fans getting louder...

Fury: grit my teeth, hear your smart ass, your face close to mine, reach over and send an elbow to your face

Kirk: arrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhFury: your fucking sweat blinds me, stining my eyes, fire another elbow into your face when I yell FUCK

Kirk: head snaps to the side again...head spinning...rocked by those two elbow blows...release your chin...pull my boot out of your trapped legs...

Kirk: rolling away to the ropes...coming up on one knee...leaning back against the ropes...giving my head another good shake...cowboy fans whipping themselves up again as the rassling vet pulls off a nice escape on the Kid...

Fury: released, feel the relief and my boots fall to the mat, wipe at my eyes to get the sting out of them


Fury: up to hands and knees then knees, hands on my back, working it out, my bare ass cheeks rest on the heels of my cowboy boots

Kirk: head clearing from the elbow blows...pull myself up to my boots using the ropes...stride over to you on your knees...

Kirk: grab your hair and rubbbbb your face into my throbbing wet thong..."yeah inhale that old timer...know how much you like it"...flexing my other arm...

Kirk: my fans going wild now...yours pissed...ref warning me but keep rubbing that face of yours into my spurting cock in my wet thong...

Fury: hear you coming toward me and grab my hair and make me lick and smell your dick and balls

Fury: grab your boots and upend your ass to the mat, then keep those boots in my hand and roll you over to your belly and criss cross your boots and step facing away from you and then fall back and grip your chin and apply the same hold to you that you had on me, I yell out as I appply the hold as my back is still sore, my wet thong in the air, ref asking you now, fans go wild

Kirk: ooooooppphhhhh back hits the canvas hard...winded and surprised...the vet moving quickly...rolling the Kid over to my sweaty stomack...WHAT THE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kirk: suddenly feel my boots being used to lock up my legs just as I had yours locked up a minute or two ago...feel the canvas shake as your shoulders hit it beside my head...

Kirk: your hands now cupping my chin...arching my head up and back...working the back of my neck and spine...griding my thong into the canvas under me as you showcase your wet thong arched up while you work me IN THE SAME FRIGGING HOLD...

Kirk: screaming at the ref to screw off...Cowboy fans on their feet screaming out for the wily vet's move on turning the Kid's own painful hold on him...

Fury: arching backwards and dick in the air, cowboy yelling in pain as much as the young one, the arching of my back to apply the hold applies pressure to my sore back, ref asking you

Kirk: yelling at the ref to get out of my face as I scream out in agony at this reversal by the Cowboy...his black wet thong arching up and display for his whistling fans...

Kirk: bare buns dripping sweat down to the canvas...Kid's hands up trying to pry the Cowboy's hands off his chin...legs throbbing...back throbbing...pain building...

Kirk: getting nowhere...reach over and rake the eyes of the Cowboy with my one hand...

Fury: the kid does not stay in the hold near as long as the cowboy, uses one of his dirty tatics to break free at once, eyes raked and release the hold and fall to my back, big dick straight up, grab my eyes and big cowboy boots kick the mat, fans boo

Kirk: fans being treated to another hard fought classic matchup between the older experienced Cowboy and the youngster and they are loving it...

Kirk: lay face down on the canvas as I get released from that hold...my hands back rubbing my sore sweaty back and then sliding down to rub the back of my sore throbbing thighs...

Kirk: moaning on the canvas...bare sweaty buns jiggling up...slowly begin to crawl for the ropes...both rasslers getting a good workover from the other...

Fury: crawl the other way to those ropes, stand up slowly, my ass cheeks flexing and dick rock hard

Kirk: slowly pulling myself up on the opposite ropes...ass cheeks flexing and dick rock hard as well...so are the dicks of the crowd watching...

Kirk: shake out my sore legs...lean down...give the back of them another rub...arch my back...give it another rub...give my head a good shake and motion you out to the middle of the ring...

Kirk: raise my right arm...wiggle my fingers...grinning to see if your smaller height can even reach your fingers up that high...

Fury: come slowly to the center of the ring, you raise your arm and I raise a leg and aim my big cowboy boot at your gut

Kirk: out smarted myself as the veteran doesn't fall for the test of strength...ooooooppppppphhhhhh double over and then drop to my knees...

Kirk: air blowing out of my mouth...coughing and gasping...arms over my sweaty boot battered bricks...

Fury: grab the strap of your thong and your sweaty hair and run and toss you out of the ring through the ropes to the floor, two step in the ring

Kirk: strap of my thong up my crack jerked as I howl out with the pressing of the front of my thong against my cock and balls...sweaty hair grabbed as well...

Kirk: jerked up off my knees and tossed like a piece of garbage out between the ropes...landing on the floor of the arena...grovelling face down...battered body sore...

Kirk: reaching my one hand up to the ring apron and trying to pull myself up off the floor...shaking my head back and forth...sweat shaking off my curly blonde hair...Kid shaken up...

Fury: climb the buckle closest to you and jump off with a body splash at you, the old fart rassler high flying, the fans chant COWBOY over and over

Kirk: still shaken by the toss to the floor...Kid's body flattens out face down again as the Cowboy's high flying body splash hits down on his hardddddddddd...

Kirk: hear the chant of COWBOY...then the chant of KID KID KID mixing in over and over...

Fury: get up slowly and flex over you, grab the back of your thong and pull you up and rub your face in my bulge keeping you on your knees

Kirk: MMMMMMMMMMMRRRRRPPPPPPP shaken up again...body sore from the pounding into the floor...hands up holding your sweaty muscled butt cheeks to keep me from falling over...

Kirk: head not only swimming from the body splash but from your Cowboy crotch scent in that wet thong...that Cowboy cock hard and rubbing back and forth against my face...

Kirk: trying to struggle up off my knees...my fans yelling encourgement...my lungs now beginning to fill with that hot scent...mmmmmmrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Fury: smile and then move away and roll back into the ring and then back out, come to you and this time grab your hair and back my ass into your face to give you a BUTT BUTT made famous by the cowboy, slam my big ass into your face, fans laugh

Kirk: bare buns fall back on the hells of my boots...sucking in fresh air...your hot cowboy crotch scent lingering on my nostrils...sweat driping down off my meating pecs and abs...cock rock hard in my wet thong...body heaving...breathing heavily...

Kirk: don't even notice you have broken the count before you back out and standing in front of me again...this time face away from me...those magnificent sweaty muscled butt cheeks of yours in front of my face now...

Kirk: BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM my face hit by the famous BUTT BUTT of the cowboy's...head snaps back...fall off the heels of my boots...sprawled out on the floor of the arena on my back now...face being given the cowboy crotch smother and now the butt butt move...cowbly fans going NUTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...

Fury: fans chant for the GAS CHAMBER, back up over you and squat over your face, my ass in your face and squat there and grunt but NO FART, GAS TANK IS EMPTY, fans BOOOOOOOOOOO, no gas the for the kid, get up slowly and roll into the ring and stay on my knees by the ropes watching you

Kirk: hear that dreaded gas chamber chant going from from your fans...hear the loud NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO screaming out from my fans...Kid knows how deadly that famous gas chamber of the Cowboy's is...means defeat for sure...

Kirk: trying to get up when that sweaty muscled ass of the cowboys is perssed down against my face...boots drilling into the floor...trying to avoid the inevitiable...know this could be it...

Kirk: then...TOTAL SURPRISE...that ass coming up off the Kid's face...no gas chamber...either the Cowboy wants to punish the Kid some more physically or his tank is finally empty...either way the Kid know's he's dodged a close one here...

Kirk: Cowboy back in the ring...Kid rolling up to his boots...walking it off outside the ring...sweaty buns and back being patted by my fans...telling me to get back in there and take out this old timer...ref counting me out...

Fury: roll out under the ropes and grab you from behind and turn you toward me and chop those big sweaty pecs

Kirk: smackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk sweat flies off my muscled pecs...stagger back slightly...eyes aflame now as this hot older veteran is taking it to the Kid and it's time for some payback...

Kirk: reach out...grab your throat and thong...flex my arms...jerk you up above my head...strust around to the other side of the ring...showing off...

Kirk: laugh as your fans scream out...hear the ref stop counting and warm me as I squeeze your throat and thong in my hands...

Kirk: move to the steel barrier and let you go...your abs slamming down on the top of that barrier...hanging over it as I smackkkkkkkkkk your sweaty buttocks and walk away grinning...now my fans going nutssssssss...

Fury: lifted up easily as if your back had not been worked over before, youth pays off now, slammed with my gut over the railing, ass flexing and hanging there, fans BOOOO, some of your fans reach over and slap my face

Kirk: move back to you as some of my fans slap your sweaty face...grab your hair and jerk your head up while my other hand rubs over your sweaty buns and runs my finger along your thong strap up your crack...

Kirk: yelling at my fans to slap your face some more...some of your fans moving in to stop them now...fights breaking out in the crowd in front of us...

Kirk: ref really pissed at the Kid now...comes out of the ring to get in the Kid's face and warn him to back off or he'll disqualify him...Cowboy still over the top of the barrier with the Kid holding his face up by his hair and playing with his ass...

Fury: face and ass red from the slaps, pain in my gut and chest, eyes barely open, that move of the kids did a number on the old fart

Kirk: release your hair and pull my finger out of your crack...raise my arms and take in the cheers of my fans and the boos of yours..."YOU WANT HIM BACK IN THE RING...YOU GOT IT" i yell at the ref...

Kirk: grab your hair and the thong strap up your ass...jerk you up off the barrier and throw you back into the ring under the bottom rope...

Kirk: ref rolls back in to check on you as you finally come to stop on your back...slowly climb the corner ropes...get to the top rope...thrust my arms up...taking in the cheers of the fans...licking my lips as I check out your hard sweaty muscled body laying out on the canvas below me...cock thrusting in my wet thong...buttocks jiggling...

Fury: finally back into the ring, big dick up in the air, one cowboy boot kicks the mat, old fart fucked up

Kirk: yell at the ref to get out of the way...crowd on their feet...mine screaming out KID KID KID...yours screaming out WATCH OUT COWBOY WATCH OUT COWBOY...noise defeatening...

Kirk: thrust my boots up off the top rope...bring my knees up to my chest and abs...clutching me...somersaulting over...flying through the air...

Kirk: ready to lay a cannonball butt bomb on this old fart and end his misery...hushed silence suddenly comes over the crowd...

Fury: bring my knees up when you come flying in and you bounce off them

Kirk: OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG your knees slammmmmmmm up into my butt and tailbone...pain shoots up my spine...

Kirk: rolling around on the canvas...boots kicking the canvas...hands on my butt and tailbone...rubbing them hard...tears in my eyes...SHAKEN badly by that knee blow...

Kirk: cowboy fans ROARINGGGGGGGGGGGG...mine slump back in their seats...can't believe what just happened...Kid in major trouble in the ring...

Fury: roll over and push you on your back and cover for the one, ref down and counting

Kirk: body heaving and sore from missing that move...laid out on my back...pinned...breathing heavily...sweating heavily...

Fury: hoist that leg up and ref slaps two

Kirk: leg hoisted...bare buns of the Kid on display...too sore to move this old fart...lift my other leg and let my boot drop down over the bottom rope to break the count...

Fury: lick your left nipple and then drop your leg and crawl on your chest and reach down and apply my famous cowboy face claw, dig into your temples, ref checking

Kirk: moannnnnnnnnnnnnn as you lick my nip...cock jerks and leaks some more in my already totally wet thong...other leg dropped as you break the pin...

Kirk: battered sweaty body now crawled on my the cowboy...straddling my sweaty pecs...your sweaty buns rubbing into my sweaty meaty pec mounds...

Kirk: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH boots pounding into the canvas as you apply another of your classic holds on the Kid...the cowboy claw to the face...

Kirk: hands up grabbing at your wrist...desperately trying to pull your hand off my face...feeling those fingers digging in...head aching...spinning...

Fury: my bare ass on your chest, dig in with a vegeance, slamming the back of your head into the mat, ref checking you and your shoulders

Kirk: dizzy...dis-oriented as the back of my head slams into the canvas again and again...head in big time pain as it feels the pressure of that dreaded cowboy claw...

Kirk: thrusting and bucking under you...my pecs thrusting up into your buns...my boots slamming into the canvas...my legs thrusting from side to side...

Kirk: Kid likw a wild man...succuming to the pressure of the claw...Kid's fans worried...begin to thrust my knees up into the cowboy's back...ring beginning to spin...

Fury: one of your knees catches the sore spot worked before from your back hold and I yell out in pain and fall to the side of you on my back, hand goes to my back, cowboy boots kick mat


Fury: my fans groan and moan

Kirk: RELIEF as you fall off...Kid still pretty sore from missing the cannonball...face clawed...head spinning...the cowboy claw taking it's toll on the kid...

Kirk: weak as I roll for the ropes in the corner...pull up to my bare buttocks in the corner...rubbing my face...trying to get the effects of the claw out of my head...

Kirk: trying to get time to ease the pain to my buns and spine after missing my butt bomb attempt...crowd APPLAUDING both rasslers as they can see once again they are giving it their all as they always do rassling against each other...

Fury: crawl to the opposite corner and and pull up to my boots and see you across the ring, come racing over all of a sudden and then drop down for a baselball slide into your groin, your fans shout MOVE KID, my fans chant HOME RUN

Kirk: my aching body sore...rubbing my face after that claw...don't see you coming...hear the shouts of my fans too late...

Kirk: OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG those boots slam into the Kid's crotch hardddddddddddddddd...almost throw up from the impact...

Kirk: bare buttocks thrust back toward the ring post...double over laying face down on the canvas...hands under me rubbing my crippled crotch...toes of my boots tapping the canvas...moaning out in pure painnnnnnn...

Kirk: COWBOY HAS HIT THE HOME RUN ON THE KID AND HIS FANS ARE GOING BALLISTIC...KIDS FANS GROANING IN SYMPATHY FOR THE KID...

Fury: get up slowly, adjust my dick in my thong and do a two step around the ring, my fans are wild


Fury: move over to you slowly and grab your head and pull you up slowly to your knees, grind your face against my bulge and rotate my ass around and grind it against your face now, my fans go wild, yours boo

Kirk: Cowboy prancing around the ring in his wet thong...hear the fans going totally nuts as the Kid suffers badly from that booming double boot blow into his wide open thong covered crotch...

Kirk: Kid massaging that sore package...barely with it as the pain in my crotch is so intense...seems the Cowboy has found another finisher to use on the Kid...

Kirk: head suddenly jerked up by my hair...face rubbed into your wet thong...inhaling your Cowboy crotch scent again...like an afrodisiac but Kid reeling so much from the boot blow it's not working as my head fills with that hot scent...

Kirk: face slumped against the crotch of the Cowboy...my hands still massaging my sore crotch...feel you rotating...my face now slumps against your hot sweaty muscled buns...my nose slides into your crack...rubs against your thong strap...your ass scent now mixing with your crotch scent swimming in my head...

Kirk: Cowboy fans going totally APESHIT...Kid's fans yelling for him but can see the boot blow rocked him badly...some can't bear to watch...some yell out..."KID...KID...WATCH OUT...WATCH OUT!!!!!!"...

Fury: raise one cowboy boot off the mat and smile at the fans, reaching back and holding your face in my ass crack, fans chant gas chamber and hold their noses, ref stands back and holds his nose


Fury: one leg in the air and FARTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT in your face

Kirk: feel your hand on the back of my sweaty curly blonde hair...keeping my face smothered up against your ass...mmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrppppphhhhhh...

Kirk: the pain in my crotch still throbbing as I continue to massage it...eyes suddenly go wide as I hear your fans yelling out for the gas chamber...hear my yelling...NOOOOO NOOOOOOOO NOT THAT...

Kirk: thinking the same as I try to bring my face back from being pressed into your muscled ass mounds and crack...can't with your firm hold on the back of my head...

Kirk: everyone in the arena knows what's coming...even my fans have their noses pinched...only nose not being pinched is mine...but then it too is being pinched between your cheeks and into your about to become deadly crack...

Kirk: that right leg coming up...OMGGGGGGGGGGGG that intense acrid smelly FARTTTTTTTTTTTTT of the Cowboy's BLASTING into the face...nose of the suffering Kid...making him suffer the indignation of the infamous GAS CHAMBER that the Cowboy has totally perfected...

Kirk: my eyes cross and close...the scent even mixing into my sweaty curly blonde hair...my head and lungs fill with that deadly cowboy scented fart...exhaust fans come on immediately...

Kirk: Kid's arms drop limp at his sides...body shudders...goes totally limp...ko'd by the gas chamber...face still slumped against that sweaty smelly ass of the victor...the old timer vet living up to his name...the OLD FART...putting the youngster away with it...

Fury: place my lifted boot back down on the mat and I stand there flexing my ass cheeks and my biceps, slowly move away and let you slide to the mat on your gut and face and kick you on your back, place a big cowboy boot on your chest and the ref slaps one, fans still hold noses,

Kirk: mmmmmmmrrrrrpppppppppppphhhhh old cold as you show off and flex your biceps and ass cheeks against my face...your fans WILD...mine hoping this humiliation will end soon for the Kid...

Kirk: slowly you begin to move away from me as my face slides down off your sweaty buns along the back of your sweaty thighs...down to the back of your sweaty calves and boots to finally flop face down on the canvas...sprawled out and not moving...

Kirk: kicked over to my back...arms flop out to the sides...legs spread slightly...sweaty body heaving...out cold as you press your boot to my sweaty chest and the ref counts using one hand...other pinching his nose...

Fury: crab pose over you for the two count, fans going wild, let go of their noses

Kirk: showing off with a crab pose now as the count goes to two...my sweaty chest heaving under your boot...still out...Cowboy fans celebrating...

Fury: and stand up straight when the count is slapped at THREE, ding ding, ref raises my arm and I show off my sweaty victorious body

Fury: two step to the corner and a fan tosses me your bag of ropes and I get back to you and turn you on your left side with your legs and arms in front of you


Fury: drop to my knees, pull out your ropes and tie your limbs out in front of you together

Fury: pull that thong down off your body and I step out of mine and my hard dick plops out and I fuck you from the side on the mat


Fury: reach around and grab your dick and start to jack you off

Kirk: feel reaction to my cock...slowly begin to open my eyes...head still swimming from the fatal fart...but at least the exhaust fans running at full blast have taken it out of the arena...

Kirk: give my head a shake...realize I am on side on the canvas...have been defeated by the old fart veteran...my wrists tied in front of me...ankles of my boots tied in front of me...heaping more humiliation on the Kid using my own ropes on me...

Kirk: realize I'm nude...your jacking me off and your cock is plunged into my manhole as you keep me sideways on the canvas...

Kirk: my senses slowly returning...arms and legs shaking but tied too tightly...cock reacting to your hand job on it and my ass cheeks flexing around that thrusting Cowboy cock of yours driving into my hole...

Fury: kiss the back of your neck and then your ear, plunge my dick all the way up inside you in and out and jacking you, then blow and yell out OH SHITTTTTTTTTT

Kirk: moannnnnnnn out as you kiss the back of my neck and then my ear...precum spurting out around your hand jacking me off...

Kirk: my ass being pounded...your cockhead thrusting into my prostate...your hand jacking is amazing...is there anything this old fart isn't good at...feel my ass filling with your Cowboy cum...

Kirk: my body suddenly shutters..."OHHHHHH GAWDDDDDDDD COWBOYYYYYYYYYY"...my cock suddenly EXPLODESSSSSSSSSSSSSS...

Kirk: wave after wave of my huge cum load arching up and out and coming back down to the canvas and covering your hand...jerking out more and more until you totally drain me as you continue to pound my ass...

Fury: thrust up inside you, then pull out, take some of your cum off my hand and lick it, roll around and sit on the side of your head and flex my ass on the side of your face, your ear next to my hole, smile but no more gas, get up slowly and yell COME GET HIM BOYS, guys roll into the ring and I leave the ring smiling, hoisted up on the shoulders of my fans as your fans fight to untie you and some of mine fight them off wanting the Cowboy's leftovers of the bound beaten tied Kid left owned on the mat

Kirk: end of the match but not more humiliation about to be laid on me in the ring by your grateful fans unless mine can beat them off and save the Kid from further humiliation?????