Polaris Mask vs James Mcduffy

[Maledomfan]

The ring trembled from the force of the move, and James’s body crumpled on impact, bouncing off the canvas before lying motionless. Polaris sat on his knees for a moment, breathing heavily as he looked down at his opponent. He could end it here, but something in his mind told him to ensure the finish was decisive. Polaris Mask wasn’t just looking for a victory—he wanted to leave no doubt about his dominance.

Slowly, Polaris rose to his feet, his body aching. He stared out at the crowd, raising his hand to signal what was coming next.

Reaching down again, Polaris grabbed James by the head, dragging him upright. James’s body was practically deadweight, his legs wobbling as Polaris positioned him for his final, devastating move. Polaris stepped back, adjusting his grip as he lifted James onto his shoulders in the Muscle Buster position.

Polaris steadied himself, his shoulder screaming in protest, but he ignored the pain. He adjusted James’s limp frame on his shoulders, his powerful arms locking firmly around him. Taking a deep breath, Polaris took a few steps forward, planting his feet in the center of the ring.

With a mighty roar, Polaris Mask dropped down to the mat, driving James’s body into the canvas with a thunderous Polaris Buster.

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James Mcduffy’s body felt like it was on fire. Every nerve screamed as Polaris Mask dragged him to his feet. His legs wobbled uncontrollably, He could barely see straight, the lights above the ring blurring into a swirling mass. His body wasn’t responding, his limbs hung limply, and his chest rose and fell with ragged, shallow breaths.

As Polaris hoisted him onto his shoulders, James felt the pressure build across his battered frame. The sensation of Polaris’s arms locking around him sent a jolt of panic through his otherwise unresponsive body. He knew what was coming.

His mind raced, desperate to find a way out, but his body betrayed him. His arms felt like lead, his legs useless, his strength completely sapped from the relentless punishment he had endured. James’s heart pounded in his chest, fear mingling with frustration as Polaris steadied himself.

Then, the motion began. Polaris stepped forward, each movement deliberate, as if savoring the moment. James’s body jerked with each step, the strain on his already aching back and shoulders unbearable. He tried to brace himself, to prepare for the impact, but his body was a prisoner to Polaris’s momentum.

And then—

CRASH!

The Polaris Buster landed with devastating force. James’s body slammed into the canvas like a lifeless doll, every bit of air driven from his lungs in an instant. His vision went dark for a moment, the shock of the impact overwhelming his senses.

When he finally blinked his eyes open, he couldn’t move. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, but every gasp was shallow and ragged. His limbs were numb, and his back felt as if it had been shattered. The sound of the crowd cheering for Polaris echoed in his ears.

[Maledomfan]

Polaris Mask sat up after delivering the devastating Polaris Buster, his chest heaving, sweat dripping down his masked face. The roar of the crowd was deafening, a confirmation that they knew, just as he did, that this match was over.

With no hesitation, Polaris crawled over to James and draped himself across his chest, pressing his weight down to ensure there was no escape. The referee immediately dropped to the mat, sliding into position.

"ONE...!"

The crowd chanted along, the anticipation of the final count building.

"TWO...!"

James’s body remained lifeless beneath Polaris’s pin, no sign of resistance, no last-second burst of energy.

"THREE!"

DING! DING! DING!

The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. The crowd erupted in cheers as Polaris Mask remained on top of James for just a second longer, his body still pulsing with adrenaline. He slowly pushed himself up, sitting on his knees as he absorbed the moment, the official victory finally sinking in.

The referee grabbed his wrist and raised it high into the air. Polaris’s music blasted through the arena, but even over the sound system, the deafening chants of the crowd could still be heard.

Polaris Mask had done it, his second victory of the night, and this one was decisive.

[Weonna]

As Polaris Mask stood tall, his arm raised in victory, the energy of the crowd washing over him, James Mcduffy barely stirred. His body ached, his pride bruised even more than his battered frame. The pain from the Polaris Buster still coursed through his spine, and each breath felt like a struggle. But despite everything—the punishment, the undeniable loss—James wasn’t one to stay silent.

Still lying on the mat, he groaned, his voice hoarse but laced with frustration. With whatever strength he could muster, he turned his head slightly toward Polaris, squinting through the harsh arena lights. His lips curled into a weak, defiant smirk.

“Enjoy it while it lasts…boy”

James muttered, his thick Boston accent carrying just enough spite to cut through the cheers of the fans.

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The words weren’t loud, but Polaris heard them. He glanced down at James, his expression unreadable beneath the mask. The victory was his tonight, but he knew James wouldn’t forget this. There was still fight left in the Boston brawler, even if his body had failed him, his mouth certainly hadn’t.

As officials came to check on James, Polaris simply nodded, acknowledging his opponent’s grit, before stepping toward the ropes. He had won the battle, but in that moment, he knew the war with James Mcduffy was far from over.

With one last glance over his shoulder, Polaris Mask raised his arms again, basking in the crowd’s cheers before exiting the ring, leaving James to stew in his own frustration.

[Weonna]

END OF THREAD

RESULT: POLARIS MASK DEF. JAMES MCDUFFY VIA. PINFALL