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Tue Sep 10, 2024 1:09 am by Nurin
Hai saya Nurin and I wish to have my first match here you can pick any of my girls (if you pick one of the hellhounds it will either be handicap or tag) for a match
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Femdom matches with smothers in mixed matches
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If anyone has any female characters that needs more wins and uses moves like stinkface, breast smother etc let me know message me on discord thanks
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Sat Jun 08, 2024 6:16 am by jdo_sss
Looking for an mixed match on this forum looking for my character mostly be smothered and dominated though you can message me here or on discord lilpeep44_6
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Ed Sealgaire vs Dash Turner: Bash At The Beach
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Re: Ed Sealgaire vs Dash Turner: Bash At The Beach
Ed's daredevil attempt of a plan actually worked, sending both men into the sand and getting surprised cries of excitement from the crowd, who hadn't been expecting such a risky move from the teen, especially given it looked like he was going to be choked out not too much earlier.
Unlike Dash, who got to land on his back, Ed's momentum caused him to land on his front, crashing down into the sand, similar to Dash, only with a smaller hole and creating a smaller cloud of dust. The speedo clad scots-lad came up coughing and sputtering, spitting out sand and shaking his head, his blonde ponytail swinging back and forth and shaking sand around him. "Ugh...I think I got sand in my butt..." Stupid move really, he was going to have to deal with sand in his speedos and unmentionables for the rest of the night for sure.
Less disoriented than he hoped his opponent was, Ed pushed himself up, doing the best he could to brush the sand off his chest, giving his body a shake to do the best he could, knowing that time was of the essence. It wouldn't take long for Dash to get up, and Ed already knew what he had planned next. In a flash, he was up, sliding his slim body under the ropes and getting back into the ring. Grabbing the top rope, he pulled himself up, looking down at Dash, who was still adjusting himself. Wiping his feet on the bottom rope, making sure they were free of any sand...and trying to ignore the sand in his butt, he watched and waited, scoffing a little as Dash's hood came back, revealing his hair and face looking almost better than before he went into the sand.
Stupid sexy Dash...
Hoping he wasn't noticed, (and that one of the bikini clad bimbos up front didn't warn Dash of what was coming), Ed would give Dash juuuust enough time to get to his feet, before he pulled on the top rope, using the leverage to leap up on top of it, balancing for a second before springing off if it, going high into the air, throwing his body back and kicking his legs upwards, rotating in a full backflip, trying to crash down onto Dash's body with a springboard Shooting Star Press, and take both of them back into the sand!
Unlike Dash, who got to land on his back, Ed's momentum caused him to land on his front, crashing down into the sand, similar to Dash, only with a smaller hole and creating a smaller cloud of dust. The speedo clad scots-lad came up coughing and sputtering, spitting out sand and shaking his head, his blonde ponytail swinging back and forth and shaking sand around him. "Ugh...I think I got sand in my butt..." Stupid move really, he was going to have to deal with sand in his speedos and unmentionables for the rest of the night for sure.
Less disoriented than he hoped his opponent was, Ed pushed himself up, doing the best he could to brush the sand off his chest, giving his body a shake to do the best he could, knowing that time was of the essence. It wouldn't take long for Dash to get up, and Ed already knew what he had planned next. In a flash, he was up, sliding his slim body under the ropes and getting back into the ring. Grabbing the top rope, he pulled himself up, looking down at Dash, who was still adjusting himself. Wiping his feet on the bottom rope, making sure they were free of any sand...and trying to ignore the sand in his butt, he watched and waited, scoffing a little as Dash's hood came back, revealing his hair and face looking almost better than before he went into the sand.
Stupid sexy Dash...
Hoping he wasn't noticed, (and that one of the bikini clad bimbos up front didn't warn Dash of what was coming), Ed would give Dash juuuust enough time to get to his feet, before he pulled on the top rope, using the leverage to leap up on top of it, balancing for a second before springing off if it, going high into the air, throwing his body back and kicking his legs upwards, rotating in a full backflip, trying to crash down onto Dash's body with a springboard Shooting Star Press, and take both of them back into the sand!
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Re: Ed Sealgaire vs Dash Turner: Bash At The Beach
He had been wide open. A silent approach through the sand, a quick blitzkrieg, even a sharp remark could have all hit him without too much issue while he worked to recover. Even given those options though, Edward had something to prove. Either to himself or this crowd, but he took the daring risk of ginger for more risk and reward over down and dirty solid wrestling.
The Scottish wrestler’s hopes he went unnoticed were nice in thought, but the creak of the ropes and the sudden weight on the apron as the other man bounced up to the ropes had been enough to clue the beach bum in. He half turned, peering sidelong at the ascent, watching, waiting behind a veil of hair that masked his bright blue eyes.
When Edward left the ropes he sprang into action, bringing up an arm, slapping his bicep for show as it cranked back, ready to intercept the blond daredevil with another one of his signature European uppercuts. He was grinning, a knowing look that told the other man he had him scouted and there was nothing he could do not besides take it. As the Scottish star fell towards Dash he held firm until just the right moment…
His expression suddenly changed to one of surprise as he was yanked backwards, swinging his arm wide, whiffing at the air as Edward was left to flop to the sand in free fall. He fumbled backwards into the barricade into the waiting arms of three female fans who immediately wrapped their arms around him. Two of them had managed to lean out over the barrier enough to grab hold of his hood flapping in the breeze and took a moment to hold him captive. One gave him a kiss on the cheek, holding the pose as one flanking him on the other side reached under his arm to take a quick selfie with all of them in the shot.
“Whoa hey… ladies, it's fine. All you had to do was ask.” The dashing blond gently tempted to pry them from his arms, though not exactly in a rush. His focus was split between Edward and them, trying not to dawdle for too long.
“Can I get an autograph?”
“Or your number?”
“Claire, oh my God!”
“What? I'm on vacation. I'm an adult. Don't judge me.”
“Eheh, yeah sure. Got a pen or somethi-” He slipped free, half turning towards the ladies as the crowd pushed in around them, curious to see if he actually was going to do this mid match. One of the girls fished out a marker from a handbag, handing it over. “Nice, always good to be prepared.” He flashed them a boyish smile, getting three back from the swooning fans.
“Just need something to sign.” He popped the cap from the marker, casually twirling the writing instrument between his fingers. Two of the girls looked to the third who had supplied the marker, desperately hoping she had paper. The third girl saw the looks and shook her head deflating the other two. They all looked at one another until one of the girls leaned forward, tugging the sides of her bikini to present her cleavage to Dash to the laugher of the crowd. With a chuckle of his own, he shrugged, leaning down to scribble a nice little message over the tops of her breasts then signing his name in a practiced cursive.
Even before he had finished, the other two had done the same. He was more than happy to give them each a personalized message, the one one who had asked even even wrote down his number for her… hopefully he wouldn't regret that later. “There we go. Thanks for the assist by the way. If I ever need a tag partner, I know who to look for.” He gave a small wink, each of the three assuming he had been talking to her directly.
With a small turn he moved to face down Edward, reaching up to brush off a light red stain of lipstick left on his cheek with a smirk. “Nooooooow... Where were we?”
The Scottish wrestler’s hopes he went unnoticed were nice in thought, but the creak of the ropes and the sudden weight on the apron as the other man bounced up to the ropes had been enough to clue the beach bum in. He half turned, peering sidelong at the ascent, watching, waiting behind a veil of hair that masked his bright blue eyes.
When Edward left the ropes he sprang into action, bringing up an arm, slapping his bicep for show as it cranked back, ready to intercept the blond daredevil with another one of his signature European uppercuts. He was grinning, a knowing look that told the other man he had him scouted and there was nothing he could do not besides take it. As the Scottish star fell towards Dash he held firm until just the right moment…
His expression suddenly changed to one of surprise as he was yanked backwards, swinging his arm wide, whiffing at the air as Edward was left to flop to the sand in free fall. He fumbled backwards into the barricade into the waiting arms of three female fans who immediately wrapped their arms around him. Two of them had managed to lean out over the barrier enough to grab hold of his hood flapping in the breeze and took a moment to hold him captive. One gave him a kiss on the cheek, holding the pose as one flanking him on the other side reached under his arm to take a quick selfie with all of them in the shot.
“Whoa hey… ladies, it's fine. All you had to do was ask.” The dashing blond gently tempted to pry them from his arms, though not exactly in a rush. His focus was split between Edward and them, trying not to dawdle for too long.
“Can I get an autograph?”
“Or your number?”
“Claire, oh my God!”
“What? I'm on vacation. I'm an adult. Don't judge me.”
“Eheh, yeah sure. Got a pen or somethi-” He slipped free, half turning towards the ladies as the crowd pushed in around them, curious to see if he actually was going to do this mid match. One of the girls fished out a marker from a handbag, handing it over. “Nice, always good to be prepared.” He flashed them a boyish smile, getting three back from the swooning fans.
“Just need something to sign.” He popped the cap from the marker, casually twirling the writing instrument between his fingers. Two of the girls looked to the third who had supplied the marker, desperately hoping she had paper. The third girl saw the looks and shook her head deflating the other two. They all looked at one another until one of the girls leaned forward, tugging the sides of her bikini to present her cleavage to Dash to the laugher of the crowd. With a chuckle of his own, he shrugged, leaning down to scribble a nice little message over the tops of her breasts then signing his name in a practiced cursive.
Even before he had finished, the other two had done the same. He was more than happy to give them each a personalized message, the one one who had asked even even wrote down his number for her… hopefully he wouldn't regret that later. “There we go. Thanks for the assist by the way. If I ever need a tag partner, I know who to look for.” He gave a small wink, each of the three assuming he had been talking to her directly.
With a small turn he moved to face down Edward, reaching up to brush off a light red stain of lipstick left on his cheek with a smirk. “Nooooooow... Where were we?”
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Edward felt a rush of exhilaration as he flew and flipped through the air, one of his absolute favorite feelings. Getting a brief glimpse of Dash cocking his arm, Ed had only a moment to close his eyes and brace for the impact, both men going for a mutual kill of the other in this case...until he hit nothing.
To his surprise, Dash was no longer in place, and with no body to block his rotating form, the scottish boy actually stuck the landing, his bare feet sinking shin deep into the warm sand. After a few seconds to gain his bearings, he saw exactly how Dash had avoided his high flying attack...thanks some bikini clad beauties help.
"Wha...Oh come on! Ref! Hows that even fair!?" He protested, looking over at the referee girl, who simply shrugged in response. After all, none of the women were attacking Dash, so there was no cause for a DQ. Instead, she just started the ring out count. "ONE!"
Edward groaned, watching the scene play itself out, multiple feelings running through him during the brief delay. Annoyance at the women interfering in his match, more annoyance that Dash apparently was disinterested enough, or just didn't take Edward seriously enough, to actually take a break to sign some tits. At one point, *"TWO!"*, he actually called out, "Oi...they can have my autograph too if they want!", trying to at least join in on their fun...only to feel a little rejected as the girls ignored him, one of them scoffing and waving him off, and finally a bit of jealousy, both of the attention the beach bunny was getting, and that he couldn't be the one getting to cuddle with and kiss the taller man.
"Now go kick that small fries butt!" one of the girls, the one named "Claire", said, immediately replacing all of Edwards previous feelings with anger. "DON'T CALL ME SMALL! I'LL KICK YER...wait what?" He blinked, realizing Dash was ready to get back to the fight...and he was still shin deep in the sand. "W-wait, I need a sec!" He protested, pulling his feet up, slowly freeing himself from his position, while left wide open to attack.
"THREE!"
To his surprise, Dash was no longer in place, and with no body to block his rotating form, the scottish boy actually stuck the landing, his bare feet sinking shin deep into the warm sand. After a few seconds to gain his bearings, he saw exactly how Dash had avoided his high flying attack...thanks some bikini clad beauties help.
"Wha...Oh come on! Ref! Hows that even fair!?" He protested, looking over at the referee girl, who simply shrugged in response. After all, none of the women were attacking Dash, so there was no cause for a DQ. Instead, she just started the ring out count. "ONE!"
Edward groaned, watching the scene play itself out, multiple feelings running through him during the brief delay. Annoyance at the women interfering in his match, more annoyance that Dash apparently was disinterested enough, or just didn't take Edward seriously enough, to actually take a break to sign some tits. At one point, *"TWO!"*, he actually called out, "Oi...they can have my autograph too if they want!", trying to at least join in on their fun...only to feel a little rejected as the girls ignored him, one of them scoffing and waving him off, and finally a bit of jealousy, both of the attention the beach bunny was getting, and that he couldn't be the one getting to cuddle with and kiss the taller man.
"Now go kick that small fries butt!" one of the girls, the one named "Claire", said, immediately replacing all of Edwards previous feelings with anger. "DON'T CALL ME SMALL! I'LL KICK YER...wait what?" He blinked, realizing Dash was ready to get back to the fight...and he was still shin deep in the sand. "W-wait, I need a sec!" He protested, pulling his feet up, slowly freeing himself from his position, while left wide open to attack.
"THREE!"
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Dash quirked a brow as his attention had fully returned to Edward. Partially buried in the sand, red face and jealous. Not a good look for the Scottish lad really. The realization the other man was stuck seemed to hit both of them at the same time causing the Speedo clad man to become panicked while the beach bum seemed gleefully amused.
“A second huh?” Dash strode right up to Edward, stopping just outside of arms reach for the smaller man. With a cheeky smirk he reached in to quickly flick the other man with a finger.
“One…” Then he began to circle, continuing to flick at him as he gave him several seconds to respond. “Two… three… four.” Flick, flick flick!
“That's a few more than one. Lemme help you out my dude.” By now he had moved completely around Edward. With a lunge he moved in, digging his feet into the sand, arms snapping out around Edward's midsection. His biceps flexed, tightening up his grip as his hands locked in, pushing up against the other man's gut. With a hard heave, Dash attempted to yank the other man out of the sand and hurl him over his head with a release German suplex, sending him towards some of the decorative sand structures made alongside the ring.
All the while the official had still be counting and was almost complete. “Seven!”
“A second huh?” Dash strode right up to Edward, stopping just outside of arms reach for the smaller man. With a cheeky smirk he reached in to quickly flick the other man with a finger.
“One…” Then he began to circle, continuing to flick at him as he gave him several seconds to respond. “Two… three… four.” Flick, flick flick!
“That's a few more than one. Lemme help you out my dude.” By now he had moved completely around Edward. With a lunge he moved in, digging his feet into the sand, arms snapping out around Edward's midsection. His biceps flexed, tightening up his grip as his hands locked in, pushing up against the other man's gut. With a hard heave, Dash attempted to yank the other man out of the sand and hurl him over his head with a release German suplex, sending him towards some of the decorative sand structures made alongside the ring.
All the while the official had still be counting and was almost complete. “Seven!”
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Stupid sand. Stupid freaking sand, holding his feet hostage, trying to suck them back down into the holes he made when he tried to lift them through.
"Grr...will you stop that!?" Stupid sexy Dash, flicking at him, making him growl as several in the crowd laughed at him, unable to turn around...and then Dash's arms came around Ed's waist, making him blush for the briefest of moments...before he was airborne once again, sand spraying everywhere as his feet breached the surface.
"AHHH!" he cried, as he came back down, narrowly avoiding smacking his head against the hard ring apron...but not avoiding one of the sandcastles that had been built next to the ring to add some ringside decoration, the ponytailed fighter plowing through the soft sand and continuing down, the force of the powerful suplex causing him to dig a new hole in the earth with his body, smashing through the warm sand until he finally stopped.
Groaning, Ed lay still for a moment, his upper body completely buried in the sand, being covered up rapidly by sand pouring into said hole, while all that could be seen of him from the crowd was his cute speedo clad butt and his bare legs, standing straight up and twitching a little, much to the crowds amusement, several cheering and chanting Dash's name, a couple women even starting a chant of "Bury The Kid! Bury The Kid!"
"Grr...will you stop that!?" Stupid sexy Dash, flicking at him, making him growl as several in the crowd laughed at him, unable to turn around...and then Dash's arms came around Ed's waist, making him blush for the briefest of moments...before he was airborne once again, sand spraying everywhere as his feet breached the surface.
"AHHH!" he cried, as he came back down, narrowly avoiding smacking his head against the hard ring apron...but not avoiding one of the sandcastles that had been built next to the ring to add some ringside decoration, the ponytailed fighter plowing through the soft sand and continuing down, the force of the powerful suplex causing him to dig a new hole in the earth with his body, smashing through the warm sand until he finally stopped.
Groaning, Ed lay still for a moment, his upper body completely buried in the sand, being covered up rapidly by sand pouring into said hole, while all that could be seen of him from the crowd was his cute speedo clad butt and his bare legs, standing straight up and twitching a little, much to the crowds amusement, several cheering and chanting Dash's name, a couple women even starting a chant of "Bury The Kid! Bury The Kid!"
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Re: Ed Sealgaire vs Dash Turner: Bash At The Beach
Dash was always one to lend a hand where he could, so he had been more than happy to assist his fellow wrestler stuck in the sand. Granted he did it in a way that was beneficial to himself as well, but that just helped to highlight some good thinking on his end. Edward was light, even half buried and made for an easy toss over his head.
The blond beach bum fell onto his back as he let Ed fly, tucking his hands behind his head to hit the sand in a casual lounge position. He craned his neck to watch his work upside down, cringing a bit as the other man javalined into the sand getting stuck yet again. Bummer.
“Eight!”
Rolling up onto his back and shoulders he kipped up to his feet to a few cheers for people.that had no idea how much hard that was to do on sand rather than solid flat ground. He slowly made his way to the ring, at a stroll.
“NINE!”
He rolled under the bottom rope to the cheers of the onlookers, many already congratulating him on a win… there were some less than enthusiastic claps though and murmurs he heard and knew exactly the reason for them. What a lame way to end the event on a countout, right?
He had already been prepared, no sooner had he rolled in then he rolled right back out and touched his bare feet back into the sand. The fans seemed to approve of them with an even more resounding set of cheers to which he issued a wink into the crowd. Dash rolled his shoulders, eyeing the vertical Edward stick stuck into the sand with a smirk. The beach bum dragged a foot through the grainy ground kicking a plume of sand behind him as if a bull ready to charge.
He took off in a wild sprint, arms pumping, kicking up turf as he went. Coming up hard and fast on Edward he leap up, kicking his feet out to make heavy contact with the man, bringing his weight down to flatten the other guy out along the sand harshly. His speed, weight and momentum would carry onward though as he held his his arms out in front and behind to keep his balance as he attempted to literally surf across the sand using Edward as his board, riding the other man right into the barricade.
The blond beach bum fell onto his back as he let Ed fly, tucking his hands behind his head to hit the sand in a casual lounge position. He craned his neck to watch his work upside down, cringing a bit as the other man javalined into the sand getting stuck yet again. Bummer.
“Eight!”
Rolling up onto his back and shoulders he kipped up to his feet to a few cheers for people.that had no idea how much hard that was to do on sand rather than solid flat ground. He slowly made his way to the ring, at a stroll.
“NINE!”
He rolled under the bottom rope to the cheers of the onlookers, many already congratulating him on a win… there were some less than enthusiastic claps though and murmurs he heard and knew exactly the reason for them. What a lame way to end the event on a countout, right?
He had already been prepared, no sooner had he rolled in then he rolled right back out and touched his bare feet back into the sand. The fans seemed to approve of them with an even more resounding set of cheers to which he issued a wink into the crowd. Dash rolled his shoulders, eyeing the vertical Edward stick stuck into the sand with a smirk. The beach bum dragged a foot through the grainy ground kicking a plume of sand behind him as if a bull ready to charge.
He took off in a wild sprint, arms pumping, kicking up turf as he went. Coming up hard and fast on Edward he leap up, kicking his feet out to make heavy contact with the man, bringing his weight down to flatten the other guy out along the sand harshly. His speed, weight and momentum would carry onward though as he held his his arms out in front and behind to keep his balance as he attempted to literally surf across the sand using Edward as his board, riding the other man right into the barricade.
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Edward was really starting to hate sand.
That was the first full thought the boy had after having his bare chest halfway buried into the stuff after Dash's suplex, his bare and smooth leg starting to twitch and show life as the fog from the impact lifted, Edward not even realizing that he had technically just been defeated, only saved from a count out loss by Dash's unwillingness to take such a victory.
His second fully conscious thought, however, was far louder and far more verbal, a cry of "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" as, within a matter of seconds, he went from sticking upright in the sand to sliding backwards on his stomach on it, Dash's feet pressing into his back and ass, using his mastery of the waves to treat Edward as a body board, the Celtic warrior's arms scrambling, desperately trying to cling to anything he could that would stop them, finding only sand that would run through his fingers as he was ridden backwards.
The barricade neared, and, had it been the standard AFW barricade, he'd have crashed right into it in a heap. For the beach ring, however, officials had put up the classic metal barricades, with gaps between the bars...including the bottom bar and the sand beneath. Just enough of a gap, in fact, that, as the fighters comically surfed towards it, Edward would be just small enough to slip directly underneath it, his body starting to sail into the crowd!
That was the first full thought the boy had after having his bare chest halfway buried into the stuff after Dash's suplex, his bare and smooth leg starting to twitch and show life as the fog from the impact lifted, Edward not even realizing that he had technically just been defeated, only saved from a count out loss by Dash's unwillingness to take such a victory.
His second fully conscious thought, however, was far louder and far more verbal, a cry of "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" as, within a matter of seconds, he went from sticking upright in the sand to sliding backwards on his stomach on it, Dash's feet pressing into his back and ass, using his mastery of the waves to treat Edward as a body board, the Celtic warrior's arms scrambling, desperately trying to cling to anything he could that would stop them, finding only sand that would run through his fingers as he was ridden backwards.
The barricade neared, and, had it been the standard AFW barricade, he'd have crashed right into it in a heap. For the beach ring, however, officials had put up the classic metal barricades, with gaps between the bars...including the bottom bar and the sand beneath. Just enough of a gap, in fact, that, as the fighters comically surfed towards it, Edward would be just small enough to slip directly underneath it, his body starting to sail into the crowd!
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It was a bumpy ride on top of Edward, shifting his weight slightly from side to side as they fast approached the barricade. He was grinning wide without even realizing it, phone cameras snapping off shots as he slid by. He leaned in, hand outstretched at the ready, already knowing what he wanted to do.
“Clear a path!” He barked with a laugh, finally reaching the barrier. He clapped a palm to the metal, vaulting up off Edward to hop the obsticle while in mid motion without skipping a beat. His legs tucked inwards, close to his chest while.he floated over top of the fence, keeping track of where the other man was beneath him.
Coming down hard, he stomped down on Edward's spine and back side to bring the Scottish wrestler to a sudden painful halt within a empty Sandy circle the crowd had formed around them. He threw his arms to the side, giving a bow with flourish to the surprised applause of the audience.
With a small strut he walked down off of Edward, stepping down hard on the other man's head to bury his face in the sand. With a light hop he touched down on the sand again, whirling around on his heel to look down at Edward with a smirk. “Still with us big guy?”
“Clear a path!” He barked with a laugh, finally reaching the barrier. He clapped a palm to the metal, vaulting up off Edward to hop the obsticle while in mid motion without skipping a beat. His legs tucked inwards, close to his chest while.he floated over top of the fence, keeping track of where the other man was beneath him.
Coming down hard, he stomped down on Edward's spine and back side to bring the Scottish wrestler to a sudden painful halt within a empty Sandy circle the crowd had formed around them. He threw his arms to the side, giving a bow with flourish to the surprised applause of the audience.
With a small strut he walked down off of Edward, stepping down hard on the other man's head to bury his face in the sand. With a light hop he touched down on the sand again, whirling around on his heel to look down at Edward with a smirk. “Still with us big guy?”
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Re: Ed Sealgaire vs Dash Turner: Bash At The Beach
If Edward had been told, after meeting Dash, that this good-natured and incredibly sexy stud of a man would be riding him later...he'd blush, and then drool, and then consider it the luckiest night or match of his life.
Sadly, it was not quite like that.
Unlike Dash, who got to witness and hear the delight and photography of the excited crowd, enjoying what probably looked like an incredibly fun ride, Edward only got to see sand, and hear his own panicked yelling as he slid, coming very close to cracking the back of his head on the underside of the metal guardrail as he slid under it.
What DID crack however, was his back, as Dash decided to replicate his earlier double stomp to Ed's chest to his back this time, stopping his momentum entirely, his limbs once again splaying out upon impact, his body digging into the sand, eyes wide as he let out a high pitched whimper, similar to the one he had let out earlier...which might have gained him some sympathy from the crowd...had he not had his face smashed into the warm sand by Dash's foot a second later, the older fighter clearly enjoying himself, the surrounding audience applauding his admittedly stunning move.
"Mfff...fmmfmmm..."
Ed groaned into the sand, needing a few moments before he could even respond to Dash's question. When he did raise his blonde ponytailed head, it was to cough and spit out sand that had gotten into his mouth, particles of it covering his face and entire front. His back was hardly clean either, sandy patches all over, including, hilariously, sandy footprints on his back and the back of his speedo. The amount of sand that got IN the speedo...was best not discussed.
"...Sand...everywhere...in my...everything..." Ed finally replied, still coughing up, feeling a deep and sharp, throbbing ache in his back, and a lingering heat over his front that might have been some friction burn as well. Needless to say...not doing great. "Also...please stop stomping on me..." he said plainly, starting to try and push himself up, getting another chuckle out of the surrounding audience.
Sadly, it was not quite like that.
Unlike Dash, who got to witness and hear the delight and photography of the excited crowd, enjoying what probably looked like an incredibly fun ride, Edward only got to see sand, and hear his own panicked yelling as he slid, coming very close to cracking the back of his head on the underside of the metal guardrail as he slid under it.
What DID crack however, was his back, as Dash decided to replicate his earlier double stomp to Ed's chest to his back this time, stopping his momentum entirely, his limbs once again splaying out upon impact, his body digging into the sand, eyes wide as he let out a high pitched whimper, similar to the one he had let out earlier...which might have gained him some sympathy from the crowd...had he not had his face smashed into the warm sand by Dash's foot a second later, the older fighter clearly enjoying himself, the surrounding audience applauding his admittedly stunning move.
"Mfff...fmmfmmm..."
Ed groaned into the sand, needing a few moments before he could even respond to Dash's question. When he did raise his blonde ponytailed head, it was to cough and spit out sand that had gotten into his mouth, particles of it covering his face and entire front. His back was hardly clean either, sandy patches all over, including, hilariously, sandy footprints on his back and the back of his speedo. The amount of sand that got IN the speedo...was best not discussed.
"...Sand...everywhere...in my...everything..." Ed finally replied, still coughing up, feeling a deep and sharp, throbbing ache in his back, and a lingering heat over his front that might have been some friction burn as well. Needless to say...not doing great. "Also...please stop stomping on me..." he said plainly, starting to try and push himself up, getting another chuckle out of the surrounding audience.
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Re: Ed Sealgaire vs Dash Turner: Bash At The Beach
“Oh yeah… I bet it is. Tends to get everywhere, ya'know. Not a huge fan myself.” Dash leaned down, brushing off Edward's head and shoulders of some stray grains of sand as he spoke. As helpful as always, he tried to clap down his palms on the man in front of him, getting a good grip while trying to drag Edward to his feet.
“Can't make promises like that, but I'll make an effort to stomp on you less, how's that sound buddy?” Once he had helped the other man partly up he twisted his body to slam his hip into Edward's midsection to keep him pacified for the moment.
“We can help with getting you all cleaned up though, can't we?” He turned towards the crowd. “What do you say?” There was a small hesitate at first, some confusion if he had been talking to them but as more and more people responded with a cheer, others assumed he was and joined in.
“Just lay back and relax.” Dashed dipped down, hooking an arm down between Edward's legs to scoop the other man up. With a twist he pulled the blond aloft in what would normally be a bodyslam. Here, he military pressed the other wrestler high, giving him a sudden toss into the waiting crowd.
“Send him to the drink!” Dash called, waving an arm for the border of the audience area and the ring bordering the ocean. He moved along with the crowd at first, continuing to gesture where they should crowd surf the other man. Once they seemed to understand he turned away and hopped the barrier to rush towards the ring
“Can't make promises like that, but I'll make an effort to stomp on you less, how's that sound buddy?” Once he had helped the other man partly up he twisted his body to slam his hip into Edward's midsection to keep him pacified for the moment.
“We can help with getting you all cleaned up though, can't we?” He turned towards the crowd. “What do you say?” There was a small hesitate at first, some confusion if he had been talking to them but as more and more people responded with a cheer, others assumed he was and joined in.
“Just lay back and relax.” Dashed dipped down, hooking an arm down between Edward's legs to scoop the other man up. With a twist he pulled the blond aloft in what would normally be a bodyslam. Here, he military pressed the other wrestler high, giving him a sudden toss into the waiting crowd.
“Send him to the drink!” Dash called, waving an arm for the border of the audience area and the ring bordering the ocean. He moved along with the crowd at first, continuing to gesture where they should crowd surf the other man. Once they seemed to understand he turned away and hopped the barrier to rush towards the ring
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