The Big Ranger Gets Tested........Fightfiction by BamaJDon41BamaJDon41's blog

The Big Ranger Gets Tested-------Fightfiction by BamaJDon41

My friend Dave is a Park Ranger. Some would call him a fat man. He might even refer to himself that way. But I know better. Dave is a BIG man with big muscles. He's not a young man but keeps himself in shape. A little under 6' tall and nearly 300 lbs, Dave doesn't back down from any man. Yet every once in a while, some young stud comes along and tries to prove himself. One such stud, Jason from Portland, came around and thought he'd show everyone how much of a man he was.

6' 1" and about 235 lbs of ripped muscle, the 24 year old, blond haired Jason looks hot! Hearing about Ranger Dave's fighting prowess, Jason and his friends are making jackasses of themselves hoping to goad Dave into a confrontation. Dave has had enough, "hey! You guys are going to have to settle down! The other Park visitors don't want to hear your foul language. Show some class!" Jason sneers at the Ranger, "I hear some guys say you're tough. You don't look so tough to me. You want to put that beer keg you call a gut a little closer and I'll show you who deserves some respect, you fat bitch!" Dave stands in front of Jason, "I know your type...always trying to show how tough you are...showing off your biceps to anybody that cares and some who don't. But I'm working now and I'll thank you to respect Park regulations."

Jason and his friends laugh at Dave, "Hahahaha, just what I thought - behind that badge you're just a pussy! A big, fat PUSSY!" Dave steps up to Jason, "I've tried to be respectful, but you obviously want a fight! There's a clearing just beyond those trees. Be there tonight at 9:00 and we can settle this like men." "Sweet!" Jason and his buds are high-fiving, ecstatic that they got just what they wanted.

Ranger Dave returns to his office and sees his friend and co-worker, "Bob, looks like we're going to have a little action tonight." "Oh yeah? How's that? Something to do with that commotion that was going on outside a while ago?" "Yeah, one of those young punks wants to show me how tough he is...called me a fat bitch!" "Ohhhhh, this I got to see! I'm going with you ... back you up. You never know when you might need a hand." Dave was happy to have someone covering his back.

Jason was more than just a loud-mouthed well-muscled punk. He'd had quite a few fights back in Portland and won almost all of them. He'd done some wrestling but mostly just liked to use his muscles to bully his opponents. It was obvious that Ranger Dave was more than twice Jason's age and in a foot race, Dave would have no chance against the young stud. But this would be no foot race. Dave and Bob arrived at the clearing at 9:00. Ten minutes passed before about 7 or 8 young guys showed up, passing a bottle between them and making about as much noise as possible. "Okay, fat man. Let's do this." Jason whipped off his t-shirt and started flexing his ripped muscles for Dave and for his pals. After unbuttoning his uniform shirt the big Ranger moved his suspenders out of the way just long enough to remove his shirt and hand it to Bob. Dave flexed his arms for the punk, "you sure you want this?" Jason grabbed his crotch and responded, "you sure you want this, bitch?" at that, Jason's friends howled with laughter.

Jason starts bouncing around, loosening his arms up, "let's go old-timer." The opponents circle each other, Jason getting his range, tossing jabs before moving in with a hard left that Dave quickly dodges. Dave plants his fist in the middle of Jason's pecs backing the young tough up. "That all you got, fat man? You ain't shit!" Jason manages to land a couple of hard blows to the Ranger's gut. Dave swings a hard right at the young body-builder that misses and leaves him off balance. Jason trips Dave up and shoves him to the ground following with 3 quick hard kicks to the big man's ribs. Dave rolls away in pain and while getting to his feet takes a knee to the face which staggers him. Not wasting any time, Jason plants a hard kick into Dave's big gut. As Dave bends over, Jason grabs him in a headlock. As he squeezes the lawman's face into his well muscled pec the young man taunts, "I knew this was going to be easy but you're just pathetic...a pathetic old pussy!" Jason cranks up the headlock and pounds his right fist into Dave's face before hip-tossing the bigger man down.

"I'm gonna have you begging and squealing like that fat man in that movie, Deliverance. Except I ain't no ugly-ass hillbilly!" With that Jason turns to pose for his pals. With a sneer on his face he turns back to face Dave unaware that the big man has quickly gotten to his feet. Jason's face is met by the Ranger's big right fist with a 'SMACK' square in the jaw. Seeing the young punk dazed, Dave moves in to take advantage. Grabbing Jason by the hair, Dave delivers 5 quick punches to the gut and then easily picks the stud up and bodyslams him to the ground with a 'THUD'. Jason gets his wind taken out by a knee dropped hard into his midsection. The Big Ranger follows that up by straddling his opponent and sending a left, right, left into the reeling young man's face. Big Dave then does some posing of his own over the younger man, "you had enough, BOY?"

"Get your fat, bitch-ass off me!" To that Dave responds with a right to the punk's mouth. "You may not respect me or the law, punk, but you're gonna respect my fists!" Dave let's Jason get to his feet and gets ready for another round. Some of Jason's friends are looking suspiciously like they're about to jump Dave from behind. Bob steps up, "I wouldn't do that boys." Bob pats the holster holding his sidearm and the guys back down.

Jason gets up knowing that he's taken more damaging hits than he ever imagined and he's got to turn this fight around quick! He throws a couple of hard kicks at Dave's left thigh and one at his left arm. Dave throws a right that misses and then takes a fist to the balls from Jason. "Yeah, now we're talking, fat pussy!" Quickly Jason lands a series of blows to the side of Dave's head and then kicks the big man in the ass. The big Ranger stumbles to the ground and gets stunned by a foot to the face. The young body-builder grabs the opportunity to put his foot on the big man's chest. "Yeah, bitch! Check these biceps out! I bet you never saw abs and pecs like mine out here in the sticks!" Jason flexes his well cut physique for the big man under his foot. "You ready to squeal for me, fat pig? Squeal real good and maybe I'll let you suck my dick before I knock you the fuck out. Come on, Gramps... SQUEAL!"

While Dave is admiring the view of the young stud, he's a long way from getting knocked out. As the younger man's ego is getting the better of him, Dave is recovering from the ball shot and has plans of his own. As Jason sits down on the big man's belly, he runs his hands over his opponents remarkably firm pecs. "Your pecs aren't half bad, for a FAT OLD PIG!" With that final insult Dave bucks up and throws the young stud off to the side. Dave gets up first and lands a haymaker right in the rising Jason's face which almost knocks the young man out. Quickly, Dave wraps up the muscle man in a crushing bearhug, trapping his opponents arms. Jason has never felt a bearhug like this before. "What's that you were saying...about an old fat PIG?" on the word pig, Dave ramps up the pressure. "Talk to me now, PUNK! Talk to me! You gonna make me SQUEAL?" Dave squeezes tighter bringing out what sounds like a squeal from his victim..."EEEEAAAAHHHHUUH." "Who's a bitch now, HUH? My PECS still feel good to ya?" Jason tries to flex his way out of the bearhug but finds himself outmatched, outmuscled and overpowered. Finally exhausted, Jason has nothing to say now...all he can do is groan in the big man's arms.

Jason's friends are astonished at what they've witnessed. They'd never seen the muscular young stud handled like that. Big Dave sees their reaction and gives them a show. With his opponent all but out on his feet, the big man lifts him on to his shoulders and with a loud grunt hoists the muscle man over his head in a gorilla press! Dave ROARS, "YEAH, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT, BOYS?" While holding Jason over his head, Dave asks the beaten man, "YOU GIVE, COCKSUCKER?" Jason can only moan out an affirmative. Dropping the young muscle stud on the ground, the big Ranger proceeds to slip off his suspenders and then drop his pants and briefs. Big Dave is hard...rock hard as he stands over his defeated opponent. He puts a foot on the young muscleman and flexes his guns as he lets out a 'RRRROOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR.'

"Okay, cocksucker...time to suck MY dick. You give me any trouble and I'm gonna hurt ya." Dave raises his fist to emphasize the point. Jason's compliance prompts Dave to flex his pecs over the beaten man and then take a seat on Jason's face. As Jason's friends begin to shuffle off into the night, Bob goes over, raises Dave's hand in victory and heads out. Alone with his prize, Dave slides his rock hard, beer-can cock in and begins to fuck Jason's fine mouth with all his considerable might. Inspired by the muscular physique of the young body builder, the big Ranger's fucking reaches new heights. As Big Dave plays with Jason's beautiful pecs, the younger man gives in to the pleasure of his defeat. In between moans, Dave says to the young man, "ya know, this could be the start of a beautiful relationship, mmmmmmmmm."

Last edited on 1/12/2018 10:25 PM by BamaJDon41; 8 comment(s);

Hodge vs BriscoRoleplayer's blog

One of my favourite bouts is Danny Hodge vs Jerry Brisco. I personally think Hodge is a beautiful specimen to behold:

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Captain's Log Stardate 110118.22 Let the wrestling season begin...kimmetje's blog

It's been a while since I have written well... much of anything really, I guess life has gotten away from me. I've been so busy racking up the lost kilos, getting work under control, and meeting as many wrestlers as I could within the time I could give to wrestling... I've had so many experiences that I haven't written about - and I hope that the guys I haven't written about - don't feel that their matches have someone been any less inspiring or exhilarating because that would be far from the truth. So I took a couple of weeks off from wrestling over Christmas and it was in Amsterdam that the first fight of the year was to take place.

It was originally going to be three fights in one night, but as I sit here writing a new entry I realise that maybe that would have been far too much to chew off anyway. I had a chance to wrestle once more with my gelato - a guy with whom the connection both mentally and physically seems to work quite well. I like matches where we can begin having a nice intellectual discussion but at the same time still give ourselves fully to the act of physical exertion - and even better if we can play games that only adults should be allowed to play.

This was our third match-up, and so far my progression in skill had meant that I'd been progressively able to exert my dominance through much of the match - to be fair my adversary likes the sensual aspect of the sport and so he is far less competitive than I can get... and I had been in the previous match-ups. But we changed things up this time around, deciding to limit the space where we could wrestle both to prevent us having to rearrange the whole room and also to see what would happen.

We picked each other's gear - I had brought some of my new singlets and he had a new pink underwear to show off so he picked for me to wear my new all-white N2N singlet, with see-through mesh on the side of my legs, whilst I picked for him his new pink underwear for sure as it showed of nicely his complexion and brought out his eyes. With that picked, we head up to the mezzanine where the bed was located and where we had decided to place the match.

The dynamic of the match changed in a very interesting way actually...Because the space was more limited it prevented certain escape moves from becoming possible and as a result it required a lot more constrained moving around to get out of holds and to apply holds. Whereas I like to lay perpendicular to a guy (a trick I was taught in one of the inspiring matches I probably should have written about but didn't), here it wasn't as possible to achieve because the space just wasn't there. Being able to move a body around to get it in a position to get scissored also was far less possible... And in this game of tight spaces, my adversary was certainly able to level things far more.

We exchanged roles being on top, and as the match progressively got hotter - both in terms of body heat as well as erotic heat, the proximity played its part. Hands remained squeezing family jewels, resting on the others' ass in efforts to distract and leverage a more commanding position. Slaps were not far behind, as well as squeezing of nipples. But I could feel I wasn't in top form, fatigued by the return to work perhaps, or something else, I just wasn't landing my scissors the way I wanted them and my pace was too slow giving him plenty of time to anticipate my coming moves and to frustratingly block them.

Perhaps I should have been lucky that this wasn't a competitive match because I am not certain that this one would been a win... How did it conclude, you might ask? Let's just say that once I did get him in an elusive schoolboy pin, the need to climax took over from the need to conclude the match and my tool in his mouth led him to climax very generously as well. As I got off from him, I couldn't help but admire my drained adversary - at least had it been a first to cum match - I would have won handsomely. Sometimes though, it's just better to leave things as a friendly showcase rather than make it too competitive.

Onto the next matches, I hope this year brings me a lot more fun, challenges, and wrestling action for topping rights! Are you ready? I sure am...

Last edited on 1/11/2018 10:53 PM by kimmetje; 3 comment(s);

We can be heroesIronbull's blog

I am fortunate to live in London. I know of no other city in the world that boasts at least three full-time publicly available wrestling venues. Pippa's renowned facility in Manchester is a mere 2 hours away by train and that, in my mind, makes four. I am not counting private facilities in people's homes although there are some great examples.

In my opinion Monica's excellent wrestling centre is the best example of what can be achieved. In the heart of in a suburb of London we have a venue that is clean, safe, perfectly equipped, private, spacious and large enough to absorb substantial gatherings. This is a venue created by a person whose passion for wrestling is as great as anybody else's here. I would like to pay enormous tribute to Monica for creating this labour of love with her own resources and determination. She is truly at the heart of this community and I remain horrified and appalled that she was cast out of this site.

Then there is Pippas in Manchester. Gritty but just incredibly iconic. The thump of bodies on canvass in the ring and the muffled grunts from behind the closed doors of the side rooms and the clink of teacups in the hands of sweaty people on the kitchen couches. Amazing.

I am reminded, on my many trips to Scotland, of life without such facilities. Wrestling in a hotel room on a plastic sheet is a long way from climbing up steps into the ring, under the lights and into your fantasy. I am quite sure that wrestlers in many parts of the world will nod their heads in envious agreement.

To my mind Meetfighters, without these venues, is only half a world. These venues, the people who put them together and keep them open and available, the people who organise the groups and the meets and the people who turn up and get stuck in are the heroes of this community. They are the people who make it all real; without them there would be far fewer recommendations, far fewer past opponents and far less credibility for us all.

Last year I had to cancel half a dozen prearranged wrestling matches. In some cases what had been an enthusiastic lineup of 6 to 8 men gradually dwindled to nothing as excuse after excuse poured in. This is not some generic beef about cancellations and no shows (tempting!). I would like to impress on people that when a session of that type falls apart in that way there are two consequences. One is that it might be too late for Monica/Pippa to make that prime Saturday timeslot available to somebody else. The second is that somebody, and where I am the person booking the venue it has been me, has moral obligation to pay for the session anyway which is galling.

Running a venue like that is not for free. Somebody has to pay the rent. Somebody has to pay the council tax and insurance. Somebody has to pay the electricity, stock the loo with soap and toilet paper and whatever. Allow for the possibility, or even likelihood, that a venue like Walthamstow or Pippas makes very little profit and that what profit it makes is ploughed back into essential maintenance including safety. Anybody who has ever run any kind of project will know that if it makes a loss somebody somewhere has to make that loss good out of their own pocket. Sooner or later that will cause the project to fall apart unless the person is fantastically rich.

The price we pay for playing fast and loose with the wrestling matches that we arrange in these excellent facilities is at least the lack of inward investment and at worst the possibility that we may lose them. I would plead with anybody with whom I make an arrangement which involves a booking at any of these facilities to keep to it.

Be a hero - keep to your arrangements. Just for one day.

Last edited on 1/14/2018 11:57 AM by Ironbull; 7 comment(s);

Are You Planning Ahead for Spring?Spruceman's (always wanting to wrestle/grapple) blog

It might be the bleak, cold of mid-Winter, right now; but in a couple months , it will be the start of Spring TOURIST season in Washington DC, and soon there will also be lots of lobbyists coming to the area as well. Some of you might be starting right now to plan for a trip to the National Capital area.

If you are either or anyone else coming to town (or even a local), how about keeping me in mind if you are into most things relevant to the MeetFighters site. Have 48 past opponents from this site, and more on the way (He hopes).

Lots of details can be found in my profile's text, pics, recommendations, and other blog entries here, including pics of my indoor matroom and the private back yard .wrestling/grappling area.

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Asylum ringBucks grappler's blog

Spent my Tuesday at the new Asylum ring in claymont Delaware. Great set up and Mikey from UCW was very helpful and accommodating for all our needs. Very reasonable and lots of fun. Beats a hotel all day!!!

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AbhärtungstrainingNoviceFighterAux's Blog

Gestern hatte ich meinen ersten Kampf mit mehr als einem Gegner. Ich war sehr gespannt drauf und nach dem das Eis mit dem "neuen" sehr schnell gebrochen war hat es sehr viel Spaß gemacht. Ich hatte Waterrescue nichts entgegenzusetzen. Also waren die Kampfrunden gegen Ihn eher ein Abhärtungstraining. Dabei hab ich auch das erste Mal mit Schlägen gegen den Körper gekämpft, sowohl austeilen als auch einstecken. Kraftmäßig ist bei mir auf jeden Fall noch viel Luft nach oben, werde also weiter regelmäßig Eisen stemmen "damit da Muskeln werden". Ausgeglichene Kämpfe oder gegen einen stärkeren, bzw. total überlegenen Gegner. Beides hat seinen Reiz und seinen Sinn.

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Exit from pro wrestling trainingBen_skull_stephens's blog

9th January 2018

Hi guys I have finished the pro training at Iain Scott's a decision not taken lightly and it saddens me to have to do this , reasons due to personal decisions , thanks to all those who helped this includes Iain cheers for taking me Into the world of prowrestling

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3rd Month on MeetfightersAndi2's blog

My first Blog was about my initial impressions
Of meetfighters, as I was a new member at the time.
It was very exciting to join this site and seek the
Opportunity to bond with my brothers.During my excitement I made some bad decisions out of passion instead of common sense.
Adm did message me a list of the rules of the road.
One of the big ones was to avoid arranging matches that are out of your Town and state.
It's risky for a number of reasons.
I found out the hard way.
I couldn't help myself because there is a delima.
It may be real or imagined on my part.
The perfect opponents Seem to be located out
Of town, and I don't mean a suburb or neighboring
State. They are halfway across the country.
I live in Chicago. A big city. Not a rural town.
You would think that there would be an abundance of opponents here. Not.
So far I'v only had one match. Yes I sent out
at least 2 dozen request that went nowhere.
Mostly because of the reality of the distance.
What boggles my mind is that I see many
Profiles of guys that id have a session with
In a heartbeat.
Though I look at their profile which may look good,
and notice that they've been on the site for months
and some for a few years With 0 opponents and 0
Does that make us losers or are we just being Picky?
Finally I'd like to add.
Please don't respond to someone who's interested
In having a match with you if you have no intention
Or interest in them.
It's a waist of your time and theirs.
Don't even bother to respond at all.
You can also just say no.
Saying no is less painful than leading
Them on to think they're going to have
an exciting match.

Last edited on 1/10/2018 6:04 AM by Andi2; 31 comment(s);

2018 for good meetings and matchestnorfmod's blog

I have been pretty far from wrestling or fighting these latest years. Ready for some good action again.

Wrestling (or fighting) is a competition for sure. But it also has to be a good exchange and a good meeting.

Stay connected for the upcoming action.

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