Ace Aarons: 5'9, 187 lbs
Ref Ricky Roma's wrestling return starts with getting his block knocked off by the pro stud
Aarons makes Ricky witness to his own destruction in front of the mirror with a Jap stranglehold
Aarons makes Roma's wrestling Ref dreams come true with a ball-grabbing liplock
Roma writhes and thrashes desperately under the big pro stud's knee-to-throat choke
Ricky humiliated yet satisfied under Aarons as Ace works his mammoth bulge in his face
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Rough for Refs: A Dish Served Cold
"Ace Aarons, I'm sick of every time that I ref a match, you feel the need to kick me around! Enough is enough!" Ricky Roma is furious as hell. Ace turned on him when Ricky was refereeing his recent Wrestling with Pride bout in front of a live audience, shockingly knocking the ref out cold in front of all present. It was stunning and brutal but completely consistent with everything that Ace Aarons stands for and all that Ricky abhors. "You need to be stopped!" Ricky announces, having stripped out of his referee stripes and pulled his wrestling trunks out of temporary retirement for the opportunity to take his revenge.
"Like you can hang with me in the ring," Ace scoffs and snorts, meeting Ricky's raging heat with ice cold cocky confidence. "This is my ring. These ropes are my ropes. This is my world. Everything in it belongs to me. And now, YOU belong to me, too!" And Ace has a strong case. Five years younger, sensationally fit, smolderingly sexy, beautifully muscled, and riding a wave of momentum that has been unstoppable in every match, Ace is in peak condition. His contemptuous confidence, staring across the ring at his petulant opponent at nowhere near Ace's fitness or stamina, he is sure, would appear well founded.
As they charge forward, Ace lands a sickening kick to the ref's soft middle. A completely illegal closed fisted punch to the face drops Ricky in a heap. "Who's the chump," Ace asks with a smirk, dragging the humiliated ref off the mat, merely to pound him back down with yet another illicit closed fist punch to Ricky's jaw. With no one to stop him, Ace ignores every ring rule and tradition. With nothing standing between him and his prey, he's determined to break every rule he can to show his complete contempt for sportsmanship.
It's not just that Ace particularly enjoys the bare-knuckled, uncensored brutality of wrestling without a interfering, nuisance referee buzzing in his ear. He out-and-out revels in getting his hands on this purveyor of law and order who persists in irritatingly interrupting the supreme art of Ace's ring mastery. Ricky isn't just another opponent. He's one of those buzz-kill rule-enforcers who tries to demand completely unearned respect for the uniform, when Ace respects nothing but brute force and abject pain.
This can't have been what earnest, honest Ricky Roma pictured would happen. Ace pounds Ricky's back mercilessly with a variety of spine attacks. Smoothly he slides Ricky into place for figure-4 headscissors, instantly driving the ref into choking screams of panic as he literally takes control of the air Ricky breathes. "Let me introduce you, Mr. Referee, to what I like to call the 'Skull Fuck,'" Ace snarls, rolling Ricky over and pounding his face repeatedly into the mat. "Fuck you," Ricky gasps furiously when Ace deigns to permit him a gasping breath. "I bet you'd love to do that," Ace openly laughs.
Then again, perhaps this is exactly what Ricky pictured would happen. He sucks down the onslaught of torture with a passion that seems borne of more than just revenge. When Ace sits on his face, smothering him under his magnificent ass, Ricky snarls and kicks futilely, but refuses to bring the humiliation to an end by submitting. When Ace rakes him in the eyes and knees him repeatedly in the balls, demonstrating that he can and will enact every illegal move in the book, Ricky sucks the punishment down like a sponge. "I can smell, see, and taste how pathetic you are," Ace growls, leaning in close to inhale deeply his righteous opponent's terror. "Tell me the real reason you came into the ring!"
"I wanted..." Ricky starts, almost choking on the vulnerability of his confession. "I wanted to get you alone!" Ah, yes! And so the truth comes out. What Ricky has really resented in every match he has refereed for Ace is the presence of another wrestler demanding Ace's attention! What has driven Ricky Roma, Referee is not just a passionate commitment to enact justice, but passion to be the object of Ace's diabolical punishment.
The truth most definitely does not set Referee Ricky Roma free! Knowing his secret desires is little more than kindling for the fire, as Ace Aarons torments his overwhelmed challenger with equal doses of wrestling punishment and erotic domination. Slowly, mercilessly and relentlessly, Ace drags him to the edge of the ultimate finisher Ricky secretly desires, unlacing the ref's trunks. "Tell me that you're my bitch," Ace demands ominously.
Fans of law and order beware. Believers in karma be warned. Justice may not be served in this scorching hot match, but somehow everyone gets what he deserves!
Roma ruined as he lies wasted with a faceful of Aarons crotch in a headscissors
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Roma lays wrecked: out cold and smothered in the superstar's sweaty armpit
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Aarons wraps his legs around Roma's head in a tight-constricting figure four headscissors
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The ref finds himself on the wrong end of the equation, pinned and counted out by the wrestler!
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Aarons digs deep into Roma's trunks as he commands and controls the one-time "referee"
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A red-faced Roma's eyes bulge as he struggles for oxygen in the blatant illegal choke
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Ricky Roma: 5'7, 165 lbs
Ricky crawls in supplication at the feet of Aarons with his wasted face against the sweaty bulge
Aarons takes total control with his sadistic, teasing charm over the starstruck Roma
Aarons grinds the kneeling, wasted Ref's face into his sweat-soaked bulge
Aarons uses both his hand and sizable bulge to smother the fanboy Ref out cold in a schoolboy pin
Aarons and Roma lock lips as the ring battle turns towards Ref raunch territory
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