Milan Zerudo vs Isaac Clarke - 2/3 Falls!

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Thrusting the plucky Isaac into the corner, Milan was pulling his punches less and less so to speak, as his knee cracked right across the redheads jaw and sent him flat on his ass, dazed in the corner and his eyes seeing stars as they struggled to focus.

Shaking his head, Milan pressed his boot against the side of Isaac's face to keep him where he wanted him, the sole of his shoe digging against his cheek. "You want me to play not so nice? I can do that..." Zerudo taunted down at his foe, before lightly tapping his foot against the fast growing erection of his opponent.

"Someone enjoying the beatdown? Can't say I don't know how to please..." Milan smirked as he paced backwards towards the opposite corner, still facing towards Isaac with his gaze not leaving the vacant eyes of Clarke's.

Once he was firmly in the opposite corner, Milan pointed a finger gun motion towards Isaac before running his finger against his throat. From there, Milan would sprint towards Isaac's lifeless body, before turning his body and looking to SLAM his muscular rear directly against his face!

[WrestleGuy]

Isaac grimaced as his face was smooshed between the turnbuckle and Zerudos nasty boot. Yet he kept quiet, knowing he had zero leverage at the moment. That was until Milan gently pressed his foot against Isaacs's elastic stretching rod. *OuGhhh* The limp man moaned as a jolt of pleasure ripped through his body. He continued to shudder with pleasure as Milan created some distance...

A few moments later and Isaac had shaken off the Cobb Webbs just enough to look ahead. Panic set in when the young man ran his thumb over his throat. The thunderstruck redhead raised his hands in a pleading manner. "W- W- Wait a sec buddy..." Instead of waiting Milan bolted forward while Isaac stared on like a deer in headlights.

*SMACK*

The slender boy's plump buttocks smashed into Isaac's face. Throughout the match his trunks had been pulled into a slight wedgie, giving Mr Clarke a mouthful of sweat-drenched butt-cheek. The impact forced Isaac on his back, with Zerudo sitting atop him like a throne. The cameraman zoomed in on the twitching musclehead. Under Milan's hips and bulge, he could see Isaacs's eyes rolled into his skull and a bit of drool bubbling from his grinning lips...

[TheEditor1023]

Having sprinted as fast as he can at the dazed redhead, Milan made sure to use all his energy into the hip attack, his opponent's face taking the full brunt of his wedgied cheeks.

Isaac fell to the ground as a result, and so Zerudo was now perched atop his rival as a makeshift seat! "Now this is a throne fit for a king!" Milan mocked as he rubbed his butt back and forth on the lifeless Clarke's face, making sure to get all his facial features smothered underneath him.

Pointing over to the referee, Milan was ready to get this show on the road. "Count him ref!" The Cyan Haired beauty barked as he began flexing his biceps atop his opponent, showing no signs of movement.

"1....2....!"

[WrestleGuy]

1!...
Isaac was in dreamland. The punch-drunk redhead eagerly smooched Zerudo's plump cheeks as they ground up and down... A night at the kissing booth... What a nice dream!

2!...
The sprawled-out redhead seemed to be in for a speedy loss but his random spasms jerked a foot under the ropes. The referee, naturally wanting to draw things out, shouted: "Rope Break!"

Through sheer luck, he had denied Milan a point. Perhaps he was better off just losing there... After all, he was still at the boy's whim and he probably wasn't too pleased right now...