The Assassin: 6', 185 lbs
The Hornet coils his tree-trunk, rib-crushing quads tightly around Assassin's midsection
Dropping his knee across his opponent's throat, The Hornet flexes up a big victorious bicep flex
Assassin wedges Hornet's face into his muscled ass with a figure four headscissors
Brought down to his knees, The Hornet kneels meekly, pawing at his muscled foe's bod
Thick, powerful arms crush tightly around the thorax of The Hornet in a reverse bearhug
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"Ah, it's you!"
The Assassin has made a name for himself as the masked wrestler to beat. Tall, with big, bulging pecs and crushing legs, he has earned a reputation for being both relentlessly seductive and devastatingly punishing. His matches are consistently hotly contested and sexy as hell as he changes up his look, and mask. He never fails to leave his opponents broken and humiliated in just the way his fans love. In fact, his devastating domination of the ranks of masked wrestlers has prompted fewer challengers to dare to even attempt to bring the Assassin down. So, when the Hornet showed up just as tall, just as muscled, literally licking his lips as he described his plans to bring the Assassin's reign to an end, there was electricity in the air. The Hornet promised not just to defeat him, but to claim the Assassin's gorgeous ass and unmask the notorious bad boy for all his fans to witness his final humiliation.
Of course, talk is cheap, and the Assassin has heard it all before. When he strolls into the matroom in a muscle hugging blue singlet and red, white, and blue mask, he's pumped and primed to get a look at the new kid with the balls to call him out. "You finally made it," the Hornet snarls impatiently, flexing his big biceps in a yellow and black singlet, the hint of a dark beard sticking out at the chin of his diabolical black mask. The Assassin tilts his head just a little. Was that a familiar voice? The reigning masked badass steps closer, checking out the impressive package on his challenger, trying to place where he knows those long, gorgeous legs and sensationally round ass.
The Hornet doesn't give him long to speculate. The challenger plants his palms on the Assassin's huge, lovely chest and shoves the big man back a few astonished steps. They're on each other in an instant, two big, powerful musclemen bearing down on one another dangerously. The Assassin customarily takes charge of the match early, but the Hornet frustratingly defies the veteran's efforts to establish momentum. Every offensive maneuver from the champ is expertly countered by a young challenger with way too much technical skill to be a rookie. Shockingly, the Assassin begins to get manhandled by an opponent with a body just as big, just as powerful, and just as weaponized as the Assassin's is! Right around the time the Assassin would expect to be accumulating riding time, it's the Hornet who clamps his muscular thighs around the champ's midsection, with his claws sunk deep into the Assassin's mouthwatering pecs. You haven't heard the Assassin scream as desperately, in quite as much anguish, as the Hornet makes him scream.
The Assassin's day goes from bad to worse. Well, he probably isn't thinking it's quite so bad at first, when the Hornet initially locks on figure-4, face-smothering headscissors. The Hornet's ass is a work of art that deserves a close inspection! But as the challenger tightens his grip, pressing the Assassin's masked face deep up his crack, the Assassin is in jeopardy unlike any he's ever faced before. In fact, he's out cold, and at the mercy of the suspiciously accomplished challenger who promised to take his ass and unmask him.
The Hornet manages to strip the champ out of his singlet, but before he can finish unlacing the Assassin's mask, the champ roars back into contention. A vicious jab to the Hornet's balls turns the tables, and the veteran takes full advantage. His mask laces still hanging loose, the Assassin rings him out like a rag doll in a powerhouse reverse bearhug. The Hornet can barely breathe as he feels the fight crushed out of him, reaching behind him for a complimentary feel of the champ's flexing glutes. The challenger's singlet is stripped, and all bets are off when it's clear that one of these fierce competitors is going to end up entirely at his opponent's mercy, and he isn't leaving the matroom with his mask still on his face.
The Hornet ties up his fellow masked combatant in a bid to break his body down
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Assassin gets his face ground into his opponent's sweaty ass in a humbling figure four headscissors
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The Hornet rolls his prey up into a cradle pin variation with bodyscissors combination
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The Hornet gets swatted down to the mat, flailing helplessly as his nipples are twisted painfully
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The Assassin has the deadly Hornet exactly where he wants him as he peels off his mask
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The Hornet Exterminated! Assassin grinds his fallen foe's own mask into his unconscious face
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The Hornet: 6'2, 175 lbs
The Assassin finds his arms trapped, his body bent back and exposed to a brutal ballclaw
The Hornet is bound and determined to break his foe with a face clawing bow-and-arrow variation
The Hornet is headed for heartbreak as a thick muscled arm pistons up into his crotch
His back bending brutally in an over-the-knee backbreaker, The Hornet isn't long for this fight
The masked pest is no more, crushed into the mat under the knee of a victorious flexing Assassin
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