Wrestle-X title by A-Man... a mixed combat featuring wrestling, domination, 
violence and sex
By A-Man   email champman125@yahoo.com

Tonight features another exciting championship match for the 
Wrestle-X title. 
Wrestle-X is a new underground inter-gender sports phenomena 
that is sweeping the country. The contest involves a match 
between a male and female, in which, not only does one destroy 
the other physically, but the match must conclude in a final 
sexual humiliation. It incorporates the finest points in 
sports entertainment of the day... violence, domination and 
sex. 
For the first nine months this match or mismatch as some have 
called it, has ended with the title belonging to the male 
champion known as ăThe Wild Stallion". He has viciously 
brutalized and beaten twelve different women in savage 
contests in which the females appeared outclassed and 
overmatched. The Wild Stallion or Bull Nelson, his real name, 
loves to pulverize his female opponent and enjoys crushing 
them for his complete victory. He has always maintained that 
women do not belong in the ring with him and he proves it with 
each frightening display. Constantly bragging on the fashion 
in which he destroys his opponents has drawn the wrath from 
his next prospective opponent.  The confident Wild Stallion 
has gladly outlined his successful battle strategy in 
demolishing his victims. First he defeats them physically, 
demonstrating his superior strength and wrestling skills, 
pinning them with various maneuvers from his devastating 
arsenal. He especially savors the looks of fear, that appear 
in their eyes, as they realize they cannot defeat this massive 
male physical specimen. He then, usually changes tactics and 
begins to toy with his opponent to demoralize them further. 
They begin to sense, that he is unbeatable and try to escape 
his sadistic domination, but that is impossible. Bull Nelson, 
the Wild stallion, consistently demonstrates that he is in 
total control in every match at all times. The pay-per-view 
crowds always thoroughly enjoy his masterful and artistic 
performance crushing his female opponent. The challengers each 
time have entered the ring like a wild lioness ready for 
battle, only to be turned into into frightened rabbits, 
subject to his awesome power. 
Finally after sufficiently destroying his opponent, this great 
showman is always entertaining with his big finish. He drags 
his female opponent around the ring by her hair, like a true 
caveman, so the entire crowd can view her one last time and 
increase her embarrassment as much as possible. Usually by now 
she is sobbing or pleading for mercy. The evil grinning 
champion finally drags her to the center of the ring forcing 
his opponent to her knees in front of him, directly in line 
with his enormous genitals. He drops his loincloth revealing 
his stunning sexual sword and rams his manhood, as roughly and 
deeply down her throat as possible. She gags and chokes from 
the mammoth utensil forced between her lips, but she is 
defenseless and cannot resist. With a fist full of hair he 
forces her mouth to inhale his shaft in its entirety, a 
spectacular display of dominating pleasure. The entire 
finishing episode lasts as long as he desires for a dramatic 
erotic finish. Finally there is a massive cannon explosion in 
which he fires directly his load directly into her face. To 
the delight of his captive audience, he then forces her to 
lick him clean.Only then does the Wild Stallion release his 
humiliated victim. The defeated female usually curls up in a 
ball of tears and shame, as he struts around the ring as the 
ultimate superman, the one no woman could break...The Wild 
Stallion.
This brings us to this evening's event, which features another 
sold out arena. 5,000 fans paying top dollar to witness this 
21st century gladiator event. Those unable to witness it live 
have purchased their pay-per-view tickets long ago. Total 
audience estimates exceed half a million.
Now for tonight's combatants. First entering the ring, the 
challenger known as The Kat. Topless, she is dressed only in a 
leopard thong . She is 5'9", tall and weighs in at 165. Her 
delicious 38 inch chest and dark flowing hair on her smooth 
silky skin make for his most sensual adversary yet. She has 
vowed to avenge the honor of her sisterhood previously defiled 
by disgusting creature known as The Wild Stallion. She has 
guaranteed to the media that she will be the one to finally 
break him, and there will be no doubt about it when she is 
finished with him. 
The champion, Bull Nelson, The Wild Stallion enters the ring 
in his familiar black loincloth. The warrior comes in at 6'3", 
240 lbs. with a movie star face and a chiseled physique 
unparalleled in the wrestling world today. He has vowed 
another bitch will fall tonight and meet his manhood. He will 
turn the tigress known as The Kat into a docile pussycat when 
he's done with her.  
Obviously there is no love lost on these two opponents.
The crowd is hyped in wild anticipation as the bell sounds and 
the two gladiators advance. They circle each other carefully. 
The Kat is a well-composed mixture of oozing confidence and 
sexuality, but would that be enough against this massive 
barbarian?
The Stallion feints an attempt for a leg takedown and instead 
clotheslines a very surprised Kat. Very quickly she is knocked 
to the canvas. She has no time to be annoyed at falling for 
such a routine rookie trick as now he picks her up and whips 
her into the turnbuckle with a sickening thud. He grabs her 
again and whips her into the diagonal turnbuckle with the same 
result. This is gonna' be a piece of cake, he boasts. He 
follows her into the corner with a knee drop to her
midsection. The audience is accustomed to these turn of events 
as The Kat now sags groggily on the ropes. She is momentarily 
dazed.  He capitalizes on his advantage and sends several 
punches deep into her fleshy mounds which turn The Kat's 
expression to one of agony. Pressing his advantage further, 
The Stallion displays his patented sadistic grin to his fans, 
as he grips those  lovely 38 inch breasts of his opponent. The 
heinous brute hasn't the slightest intention of fondling them 
or caressing them in a loving manner at all. His expression is 
that of a wild man, squeezing with all his strength, those 
luscious breasts in a totally unnatural and perverted manner. 
The blood curling scream from The Kat brought sheer delight to 
the champion. Still griping the tortured breasts, he flipped 
her over into the center of the ring. The Kat just laid there 
in agony, her breasts swollen, turning a shade of violet not 
seen at the beginning of the match. He picked her up by the 
hair and whipped her into the ropes. He went to clothesline 
her again, but miraculously she deftly ducked under his arm, 
flung herself off the far ropes and instead  clotheslined a 
very startled champion. It was move out of sheer desperation 
and salvation on the part of The Kat. Just maybe, she used up 
another of her nine live with that one.
Bull Nelson, the champion, got up first and dragged her to her 
knees, but the Kat knowing she needed to show some offense, 
now or never, struck quickly. She drove her fist skyward into 
his neatly adorned loincloth. He stopped dead in his tracks. 
The feeling of the well placed punch to the groin will stop 
any male in his tracks and he will, under any circumstances, 
need a moment to recover. Alas, he was given no quarter and 
the aroused tigress struck again and you could almost feel the 
momentum being sucked out of the champion as he stood 
motionless.
Slowly regaining her footing and not feeling her tortured 
breasts one bit, The Kat flung the champion into the ropes and 
kneed him in his abdomen. He dropped to one knee. This was a 
milestone, it was the first time in the history of Wrestle-X 
matches that the female gained any advantage at all during a 
match.
The Kat, ever now the tigress pressed her advantage, she 
dragged him to his feet and whipped him to the corner.
She dove in after him landing another knee to his solarplexes. 
With an amazing feat of strength, she grabbed him by the neck 
and flipped him over her back on to the mat in the center of 
the ring. He bounced, flipped onto his stomach and  laid 
motionless for an instant. The wildcat pounced on him before 
he could move another muscle. She delivered a well-placed 
elbow drop to the center of his back. He howled in pain. She 
got up and repeated her elbow drop. Over and over until there 
was a wide red indentation in his back from her elbow. 
Satisfied with the damage inflicted, she climbed onto his sore 
back and grabbed his head by the hair and rammed it face-first 
into the canvas, at least twenty times. She then applied a 
horrific and extremely painful chin lock to the champion. His 
pitiful face was contorted in pain. Then it was back to 
ramming his face into the canvas. The crazed amazon then put 
him in an agonizing full-nelson demonstrating her surprising 
arm strength, much to The Wild Stallion's dismay. Bending him 
backwards with her body firmly panted on his back, you could 
almost feel the suffering he was enduring at the hands of his 
smaller adversary.  Back to ramming his head into the mat, the 
champion was on his way to being beaten senseless. A 
satisfied, devilish grin crept across her face as she looked 
down at The Stallion, who was not looking to wild at the 
moment. 
She stood before him and lifted his legs, spreading them, as 
if to make a wish. Her wish was to elbow drop him right on his 
family jewels, which of course, she did. Och! He awoke with a 
sharp scream, in reaction to the devastating blow. The Kat was 
in her glory, totally focused now, as she again dragged him to 
his feet and whipped him into the corner. The champion seemed 
increasingly  unable to resist her machine-like attack. He was 
becoming a playtoy for the wild tigress and the blood-thirsty 
crowd was loving it. The champion found himself in the unusual 
position of being backed into a corner.
The Kat, now the huntress, enjoying this game immensely moved 
towards the corner stalking her prey. 
The champion looked almost afraid and very much on the 
defensive. The Kat licked her lips as she moved in, sensing 
the sign of fear in the wild man's eyes.She could almost smell 
his fear and she attacked.
Like a lightning bolt she struck with a vicious clothesline. 
She judo-chopped the champion with the sound ringing loudly 
thruout the arena. His chest turned a new shade of crimson. 
She brought her knee into his genitals with such force, his 
testicles were almost knocked back up into his body. Enjoying 
his agony she repeated this maneuver until tears welled up in 
his eyes.This was the man who claimed that he did not know the 
meaning of pain. The Kat now stood on the bottom rope, so she 
could see directly into the terrified face of her adversary. 
He tried to push her off, but she was stronger now and in 
total control. She began to pound his face with an incredible 
barrage of punches. She was a ball of energy, with rapid fire 
punches connecting with out mercy. He was utterly and totally 
defenseless to her onslaught. His eyes were swollen shut and 
blackened, his nose broken, then his jaw, teeth flying into 
the crowd. They loved this intense action. The champion was 
now, even too weak to scream. The bitch demon pulverized his 
once magnificent body until it was merely a mass of pathetic 
red and purple bruises.
He sagged barely conscious on the ropes. This was certainly 
hellish end for the once invincible champion.
The Kat had beaten the champion to a bloody pulp. but she was 
not quite done. It was now time for her to claim the title. 
How would she finish him? She dragged his once proud carcass 
to the center of the ring and ripped off his loincloth, 
exposing a well sized appendage.  She knelt down next to him 
and noticed he was almost unconscious again. She slapped him a 
few times, just to wake him up. In a weak whimpery voice he 
tried to plead for mercy. He begged her to stop, but The Kat 
just purred and assured him it would all be over soon.She then 
placed one knee on his throat to prevent his pathetic cries.
Now everyone knows that masturbation or the art of a woman 
providing a man a hand job provides a great deal of pleasure; 
however the dominating female, taking total control of the 
male member and forcing him to come against his will is not at 
all pleasurable to him and is known as the art of milking. 
This was The Kat's plan ăto milk" him.
With her left hand she reached down and violently gripped his 
manhood. This was not a playful or sensual grip, but a hard 
controlling vice-like grip. She savagely squeezed his manhood 
as now it belonged to her. Almost as if she meant to squeeze 
the life from his manhood, she dug her fingernails deep into 
his skin to accentuate her controlling, dominating grip. He 
would have loved to cry out from the pain, but he was 
speechless and dared say nothing. Slowly and methodically she 
brought his member to attention. This was fun for The Kat and 
the crowd cheered their approval.
Small tracks of blood dripped from his shaft which only 
delighted and aroused her more.  She quickened the relentless 
pace of her charge to victory. As she began to sense, he was 
nearing his explosion, she removed her knee from his neck. 
With her right hand she picked his head up by the hair so he 
could see, first-hand, his final humiliation and defeat. In a 
frantic conclusion, his manhood released its payload. The Kat, 
quite a natural show-person herself, did not miss a trick. She 
directed his load so that it all landed on him, from his chin, 
all across his scarlet chest. He passed into the night and she 
finally allowed him to rest. It was over, there was a new 
champion! The Kat now stood facing the crowd as the new 
hardcore Wrestle-X Champion. With one more amazing surge of 
power, she picked up the lifeless form of the ex-champ with 
one hand, solely by his mangled male member.
She held him aloft for all to see. Here was the destroyed, 
former unbroken Wild Stallion with his head and arms dangling 
in the ring. With his bloodied and battered body hanging in 
her grasp, he resembled a slab of meat from a local 
slaughterhouse, more than the perfect specimen of a male 
champion that had entered the ring. 
The Kat looked more beautiful and sexier than ever. Covered in 
a glaze of combat sweat, mixed with a spattering of her 
opponents blood, she was the perfect covergirl as the new 
Wrestle-X champion.