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My fourth Match #6KGWF(Korean Gay Wrestling Federation)


밤은 자신을 껴안고 비명에 가까운 신음소리를 내며 절규하는 골든의 양팔을 쇠사슬로 묶었다. 그리고 머리 위로 젖혀 한 팔로 누르며 제압한 다음 남은 손으로 골든의 자지를 훓어내기 시작했다.

"하윽... 좋아... 좋아... 더 세게..."

골든은 이미 머리속에서 시합을 지워버린 듯 했다. 나른하게 풀어진 눈으로 여전히 우람한 양 다리를 밤의 허리에 감은 채 절규하고 있었다. 관객들은 환호하며 즐겼지만 미친 듯이 신음하는 골든을 이해하진 못했다.

'저런 놈이 미국 대표였다니...'

비록 정식 스포츠가 아니었다 할지라도 자신들의 우상이었던 골든의 뜻밖에 모습은 관객들을 화나게 했다. 밤은 이미 이 상황을 눈치채고 있었고, 내심 골든이 걱정됐다.

'이 잘 생긴 얼굴에 자국이라도 생기면 어쩌냐?'

자신이 할 수 있는 일이라곤 얼른 시합을 끝내고 되도록이면 이렇게 과장스럽게 흥분한 골든을 진정시키는 일 뿐이었다. 이미 밤의 행위에 길들여져있던 골든은 그의 온몸을 갈구했다. 만지는 손, 키스하는 입, 자신을 파고드는 자지, 그리고 자신의 엉덩이를 후려치는 그의 멋진 골반과 허리, 그리고 신비로운 검은색 눈동자까지... 모든 것이 완벽했다.

"하악... 좋아... 좋아..."

풀어진 눈동자는 슬슬 위로 돌아가기 시작했다. 단순히 물건이 크다거나 혹은 섹스 기술이 좋아서가 아니었다. 그의 목소리, 행동, 그리고 어색하면 크게 웃는 버릇까지 모든게 마음에 들었고 그의 모두를 갈구하는 마음이 그와의 섹스를 더욱 특별하게 만들었다.

이읔고 골든의 온 몸을 떨며 발가락을 꼬았다. 더욱 빠르고 깊게 숨을 쉬었고 머리에 엉킨 무언가를 떼어내기라도 하려는 듯 힘차게 고개를 가로저었다.

"하윽...싸...싼다...."

뿌연 정액이 밤의 손사이로 힘차게 튀어 올랐다. 튀어오른 정액은 밤의 턱과 골든의 머리까지 퍼져나갔다. 순간 골든의 에널이 급속히 수축하며 움직이던 밤의 자지를 자를듯이 조였다.

"하윽..."

결국 참지 못하고 급하게 자지를 빼자마자 밤의 정액도 골든을 덥쳤다. 얼굴 한가득 밤의 뿌연 액체로 덥히는 동안 밤은 짐승처럼 울부짖었다.

"크악... 크아아아악... 헉...허윽...헉...어억..."

고개를 숙이고 숨을 고르는 밤을 골든이 자신의 몸으로 당겼다. 그리고 오롯이 자신의 몸위로 눕힌 다음 속삭였다.

"하아... 하아... 어서 이제... 날 이겨버려..."

"하아...하아... 좋아... "

밤이 바닥을 두들기기 시작했다.

"1, 2... "

순간 골든이 어깨를 들었다.

"뭐야? 너무 빠르잖아. 다시 천천히 해봐."

밤은 피식 웃고는 다시금 골든을 덥쳐 누르곤 카운트를 시작했다.

"1...."

그리고 골든의 허리를 감아안았다.

"2..."

골든의 입에 키스를 했다. 그리고 자신의 자지와 골든의 자지를 포갠 후 마치 섹스하듯 문질러댔다.

"아흑~"

골든의 눈이 돌아가고 다시 신음을 시작하자 마지막 카운트까지 세었다.

"3!!!"

순간 경기 종료를 알리는 벨이 울렸고, 눈치없는 폭죽이 터졌다.

"새...새로운 챔피언이 탄생했습니다. 밤~!!!!"

관객들은 못마땅한 표정으로 박수를 쳤지만, 그마저도 음악소리에 묻혀 버렸다. 입을 떼고 골든을 내려다보는 밤을 향해 골든이 말했다.

"너무 좋아. 제발 나와 함께 있으면 안돼? 난 이제 무슨 짓을 해도 널 못 이길꺼야."

시합중에 얻어맞은 얼굴이 부풀어 올라 흉측했지만 밤이 씨익 웃었다. 도저히 얻어맞은 사람이 팬 사람을 향해 짓는 웃음이라고는 보기 힘들만큼 보기 좋았다. 기분좋은 승부를 낸 후 서로를 인정하는 자들의 결속력 혹은 그 이상이 느껴졌다.

"지면 어때 좋으면 됐지. 그리고 널 좋아하면서 너와 함께 이 링에 오를 순 없어. 알잖아. 우리는 싸움에 미친 놈들인데..."

밤의 말을 다시금 웃음으로 받은 골든을 두고 밤이 일어났다. 그리고 기분 좋은 표정으로 누운 골든옆에서 힘껏 양 팔을 치켜 올리고 더블바이셉 포즈를 잡았다. 이제서야 관객들은 새로운 챔피언을 위해 환호하고 아낌없이 박수를 보냈다.

'정말 최고라니까. 역시 내 남자야...'

관객들을 향해 양 팔을 들고 링을 돌아다니는 밤을 보며 골든은 앉아서 멍하니 쳐다보았다. 처음 본 순간 부터 지금까지 저 알 수 없는 생물에게 홀린 듯이 쫒아다녔다. 그때였다. 잠겨있던 철망이 열리더니 좀 전까지 라커룸에서 밤과 함께 있던 밤의 테그팀 파트너인 안토니오가 들어왔다. 경기복으로 갈아입은 건장한 사내가 손에 철제의자를 들고선 한껏 환호하는 관중을 향해 웃고 있는 밤의 뒤통수를 후려갈겼다.

'퍼억... !'

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Damn can only play/fun wrestle as I am waiting for a hernia op.If I came to meet I would be tempted to wrestle too hard..Thanks for the best wishes boys and to Wrestlefun and Antheus for their careing attitude

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Bad news on the wrestling front....kimmetje's blog


A little May 2018 update, at the request of my partner I have to put wrestling on hold for a bit of time. That means that I cannot accept new challenges for now but please keep in touch if you are interested and as soon as I have the green light to resume fights then I will get back in touch with you. I apologise to those with whom I had scheduled a match but marriage must come first!

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Milanmikeswuk's blog


An excellent weekend of wrestling with a friendly and varied group of guys.

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Fight Night 4 - Back to ButteBamaJDon41's blog


–Western Fight Fiction ----[–
Deputy Joe thought he was okay working with Sheriff Dave. After the previous Sheriff had got his self killed, Joe had filled in as acting Sheriff until the town council hired Dave. Joe was also up for the job. But it seems the council didn't think he was nothin' more than a Deputy. Dave was a good man but Joe just couldn't let it go...the job should have been his.

"Come on Joe, what's the problem? You've been in a foul mood all week. What is it?" Joe looks at Dave and wonders how he could ask him that. Dave knows he wanted this job. Joe shakes his head, "There's nothing to talk about." "Yeah, well we are talking about it so whatever 'it' is needs to come out so we can get it over with." "Fine, if you're too thick headed to figure it out I'll tell you. You're wearing my badge! I'm the man who ought to be Sheriff." "If it was up to me you would be a Sheriff but what do you want from me? We both applied and I got the job. That's all there is to it." "But I've been here most of my life. Everybody knows me!" "Well maybe that's just it. People get used to what a man's been and sometimes it's hard to make them see you as something else. Sometimes you've just got to pack up and go someplace else...someplace where you're not a familiar face and you can be whatever you want to be."

Joe isn't hearing this the way Dave intended, "So you're saying I should leave town? If I don't like it here I should just go? I'm a better man than you Dave Sexton and I'm going to prove it. And when I do, everyone will see that I'm the one who ought to be Sheriff and you ought to get the fuck out of Butte." "Joe, just cool down. What are you talking about?" "I'll tell you what! Saturday night, in the Saloon...you and me will fight to see who's the better man. And when I beat you in front of the whole town, everybody will see that making you Sheriff was a mistake!" "Joe, you're younger but I've got 100 lbs on you. It wouldn't be a fair fight." "Hey, if you're too fat to fight me that's you're problem. Just show up Saturday night, unless you want to be known as a coward."

Joe walks out the door leaving Dave to wonder - is he serious? This could be fun having a rassle with Joe in the saloon. But if I lose, what then? Will the people want Joe as their Sheriff. And if I win, is Joe going to go back to being deputy or will he leave? I think I need a beer. Maybe Dick over at the Saloon can help me out.

Listening to Dick the bartender usually works out pretty well. "Dave, just give it time. Joe will calm down." "I don't know, he seemed pretty riled up. I really think he wants to be Sheriff." "Tell you what, Dave, just give Joe a good fight. But let him win so he'll feel good about himself. You're the Sheriff and that's all there is to it. If Joe still wants to be a Sheriff, let him move on. There's plenty of other places he can go... Idaho or Wyoming or someplace else...maybe even Alaska!" "Yeah, maybe you're right. Although I can't imagine anybody living long in Alaska. I hear there's nothin' up there but bears and mosquitos." After downing a quick beer Sheriff Dave proceeds to make his rounds.

A short while later Joe comes in and walks up to the bar. "Joe, what's seems to be the trouble? You look all wound up." "Dick - You ever feel like people just look right through you...kind of take you for granted?" "I work behind a bar. That's kind of what I do." "What I'm sayin' is...do I look like a Sheriff? What's wrong with me? Why'd they hire that guy from out of town when I've been here for years? Can't I do the job?" "Joe, Joe, relax...give it time. You know what they say. The grass is always greener...so hiring a guy from out of town...they figured they got somebody from the greener grass...you know, from the other side." "What the fuck did you just say? Nevermind." Joe moves to a table to chat up a friend.

Dave has a tough time getting to sleep that night. Is this problem with Joe going to ruin things here in Butte? Nah, Dick's right. Joe just needs to work off some frustrations. Having a rassle with Joe ought to be fun. But being in a public place, the issue of either one of them getting embarassed is troublesome...just got to make sure things don't get too serious. Dave tosses and turns a few dozen times before finally dozing off. Dave dreams of sex and the wide open west. He dreams of the people who he's loved and those he left behind in Illinois. But the possibilities here in his new life don't trouble him...instead, they're exciting.

It's Saturday night and a large crowd has come out for the fight. Dick the Bartender enters the makeshift ring to make the announcements. "Okay everyone, we're going to have us a little fight tonight. To my left, our Deputy Sheriff, a fine young man of 6'0" and 185 lbs...Joe!" Joe gets a nice round of applause. And to my right, the Sheriff of our fair city, who single handedly put the Buchanans behind bars, a man in the prime of life, standing 5'10" and weighing a solid 290 lbs...Sheriff Dave!" Lots of cheers and whistles greet Dave's name. "Men, shake hands and let's have a good clean fight."

Both men are shirtless with Sheriff Dave wearing suspenders. "Dave, it's nothing personal. I've just got something to prove." "Let's just have a good time and give the folks a little show, Joe." Joe moves in, ties up with Dave and immediately gets Dave in a hammerlock. He sends the big Sheriff down on to the floor, sits on Dave's back and pulls up on the locked arm. "AAAaahhhhh." Dave tries pushing up but Joe hits him in the back of the head with an elbow. "OOOHHhhh." Joe gives Dave's arm another pull and sends a series of punches to the back of his bicep. "AAAAgghh." Joe steps on Dave's back and then walks around yelling at the crowd, "YOU SEE! THE MAN OUTWEIGHS ME BY 100 POUNDS AND I SHOVED HIS FACE IN THE FLOOR. WHO'S THE BETTER MAN?"

Sheriff Dave gets to his feet and dusts himself off. He walks up behind Joe and just as he's within reach, Joe spins around and lands a left to Dave's jaw. Joe grabs Dave's suspenders and hits him with a knee to the gut. "OOOOFFFFF." As Dave bends over, Joe wraps his legs around the big man's head and takes him back down to the floor. With Dave bent over on his knees, Joe pounds him in the back with both fists. Joe gets his legs around Dave's throat and grabs Dave's hair, pulling him over on to his side. "UUUGHHhhh AAAhhhh." "Come on, big man. Show some fight." Dave manages to shake free of Joe's hold and grabbing Joe by the waist band of his pants, Dave connects with a solid punch to the gut. "OOOOFF." The power in Dave's fist catches Joe by surprise. He attempts to back away but Dave grabs him and gets him wrapped up in a full nelson. Dave whispers in his ear, "Simmer down, Joe. You've proved your point." "I'll tell you when I'm done proving my point." Joe kicks back into Dave's shin. The big man releases him and groans in pain.

Joe lands two fists to Dave's gut and then catches the Sheriff's jaw with a right. Dave backs up into the ropes seeming to be on the defensive. Then the big man lunges forward and surprises Joe, catching the smaller man in a bearhug. Joe twists around turning it into a reverse bearhug. Dave lifts the lighter man off his feet and then falls forward, pinning Joe underneath. Dave gets his legs around Joe's. "AAAAAARRGHHHH" Joe screams in frustration, unable to break free of Dave's grip. Joe is trapped inside Dave's grasp. Dave thinks of letting Joe win but he just can't. The people wouldn't like it and Joe would know if he let him win. Dave squeezes with both his arms and legs. He rolls from side to side with Joe locked up tight. With Joe offering no resistance, Dave releases him.

Sheriff Dave gets Joe in a school boy pin. Dick the bartender comes over to count. "1...2...3. THE WINNER...SHERIFF DAVE SEXTON!" The crowd erupts in a big cheer for Dave. Dave tries to help Joe to his feet but the Deputy brushes Dave aside and makes his way to the door. The men in the saloon gather around Dave. Some want to feel the big man's muscles. "Show us your muscles, Sheriff Dave!" "Yeah! Let's see!" Dave obliges and flexes for the crowd drawing hoots of appreciation. A couple of the Saloon girls give him a kiss and run their hands over Dave's big pecs.

After a couple of beers, Dave heads back to his house. Once inside, he finds someone waiting for him. "Joe...I didn't hurt you did I?" "Let's wrestle." "What?" "I wanted to prove to everybody that I could face a man like you. Now I'm gonna prove to you that I can beat you." "Come on Joe. We don't have to..." "Yeah... we do." The still shirtless men lock up again in Dave's large front room. Dave shoves Joe to the floor. Joe gets up and throws a right cross. Dave catches the fist and then takes a knee to the gut. Joe fails in trying to take Dave down and then attempts a headlock but winds up caught in Dave's bearhug.

"Give up Joe. There's no way out." "Maybe I don't want out." Joe's hands move up onto Dave's pecs and grab hold of his nips. Dave tries squeezing Joe more closely into his chest but Joe's grip tightens. "AAHhhh." Dave begins weakening. "AAAHhh." And then, as the minutes pass, Dave drops his arms down. Joe then wraps his arms around Dave and kisses him full on the mouth. Joe lowers Dave to the floor and lays on top of the big man. Dave returns the kiss with a passion. After getting his pants off and helping Dave with his pants and suspenders, the naked men move to the bedroom where the next 2 hours are spent getting to know each other in every way.

Sitting on Dave's belly, Joe gets Dave's arms pinned over his head and counts out "1..2..3. See...I told you I could beat you." "What are we gonna do, Joe? You can't leave. Maybe I can get the council to give you a raise!" Joe lays down beside Dave. "If I stay, then what? People will talk." "People always talk. And eventually, they talk about something else. You've got to do what you want, regardless." After a few moments thought, caressing Dave's sore nips, Joe finally says, "Well fuck it. I'm too tired to think about what happens next. Who knows? Maybe in a few weeks you'll be ready to buy me a ticket on the next stagecoach out of here!" Joe's words are good enough for Dave, "Put your arm around me buddy. Let's just enjoy the happy and fuck the rest." "Okay Dave, I think I can handle that. C'mere."

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Available for Matches Evening 5/3 or 5/4 ( Wednesday or Thursday )nwfan53's blog


I didn't really feel like putting this up as a match request but I do have this Wednesday and / or Thursday evening available if anyone local is interested in wrestling ie some reasonable commute distance of Seattle.

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From young boxer to manhood - a lifetime of fitnessRadnerBearman's blog


When I was 14, I was a lot taller than most of my friends, but I was for the most part a normal kid. Then my world ended when my mother died. My dad, a second generation railroad car coupler, had been an all fleet Navy boxer and was a very solidly muscular guy with a very no nonsense attitude. We went to live with my grandmother and father, his parents. My grandmother had raised 5 boys while my grand dad had been an Engineer on a steam locomotive.

I have always been a calm person and have been very slow to anger. Being taller than all of my friends, I never felt like I had to prove anything, like my shorter friends all did. My dad was afraid I was going to grow up to be a sissy and a pushover because I was so calm. He signed me up for the President’s Council on Physical Fitness. I trained after school and after 6 months I was doing 1000 sit ups in 30 minutes and 50 pushups in 5 minutes. I won the citywide competition two years in a row. I didn’t realize it at the time but my dad was getting me in shape. I developed some extremely ripped abdominals and solid arms, chest and shoulders.

At age 15, my dad started to teach me to box. He would meet me after school and we would work out together. He continued to toughen me up and then one afternoon while I was standing in front of him, he sucker punched me very hard in the stomach. As I bent slightly forward, my stomach muscles involuntarily tightened up and when he saw this, he hauled off and slugged me 10 times harder than the first punch. My ab wall was rock hard and stopped his fist. Even though the force shoved me back, it didn’t hurt me at all. It actually felt pretty good because I knew that I was tough enough to take one of my dad’s hard punches. He taught me all about breathing and contracting my already very hard stomach. I did everything he told me to do. I really bonded with my dad, because he was suffering too. The loss of a mother and wife are devastating.

By age 16, I was boxing Golden Gloves. My friends all wanted to see if they could hurt me from blows to the abs. I considered this as training and made me harder to hurt. I was so turned on by this; I never passed up a chance to be worked over in the gut. As a taller boxer in my weight class, my dad knew that shorter boxers would straight jab me at belt line, so he wanted my stomach muscles to be harder than anyone else’s. He was right and I was. I got good enough to box Golden Gloves for an 8 year period. I won 18 matches and drew 6.

At age 21, I stated working for the CSX railroad on a re-railing crew, while taking night classes and continuing to work out. Working for the railroad was tough, doing it in all kinds of weather and conditions, so I stayed in shape. I boxed AAU amateur for two more years. Then I was sort of at the right place at the right time and was accepted to train as a Railroad Police Officer. At 6 ft 5 and 220 pounds, I was able to pass all of the Law Enforcement training and for three years I worked as a CSX RR police officer. CSX sent me to all kinds of schools, including derail and accident school.

I continued to work out hard and helped coach and referee Golden Gloves. I also met a lot of professional wrestlers and other athletes along the way and got into heavy conditioning. I was working out at a local gym and a young lady wanted to do some sparring. I volunteered and the rest is history. I married her 1 year later. She is a Krav Maga and Pilates instructor and teaches an early morning ROTC boot camp at a local university, preparing the students for summer boot camp.

Currently, I am an Accident and Derail Investigator for a worldwide transportation insurance company. I am well known amongst State Agency responders in the 15 state areas I cover. As with many other guys on Meetfighters, I am discreet in my activities with the people I work with. I am an American College of Sports Medicine Trainer and I work with now and have worked with professional wrestlers, water polo players, martial artists, boxers and kickboxers to help them use proper nutrition and to get in better shape. I work out 5 days a week when I’m not traveling for work. When I am traveling, I workout every day in my motel room without fail. I’m into forced ab workouts and train other body parts to failure. I’m an endorphin junkie and still very turned on by being punished in the lower gut, below my navel. I am into aggressive impact conditioning for whatever sport you are into.

If you want to have me train you, drop me a message and we’ll go from there.

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Some of my Power Rangers Fan Fictionmidwestheel's blog


If any of you guys are Power Rangers Fans out there, I have been writing some fan fiction and have developed a story series called Power Rangers: Animarium. Here's the link to the first 5 stories. Please read and comment. I am working on a 6th story right now:

https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2145467/

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Something completely offtopic: this is a POV video of me cycling through Budapest in the evening.

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