Solo Session... or So He Thought

[Weonna]

Gunloc dipped low, legs braced, arms sweeping beneath where he expected her waist to be. He was set—ready to launch her sky-high in a brutal back body drop.

But she never hit his grip.

Instead—impact.

CRACK!

Both boots slammed into his chest with brutal precision. The dropkick landed clean, folding his body on instinct as the shockwave rippled through his torso. His breath shot from his lungs in a sharp exhale, his arms thrown back from the force.

THUD!

The big man was lifted off his feet. His massive frame slammed down flat against the mat with a thunderous crash, sweat flying off his body from the sudden whiplash.

For a moment, he lay there—chest heaving, jaw tight, muscles twitching slightly from the jolt. His shoulders shifted, trying to recover.

Karen had turned the tables—Gunloc was grounded.

[armandi]

This was what Karen wanted. The drop kick landed precisely and staggered the powerful man, threw him back and knocked him to the mat. This was exactly what Karen wanted - to take control of this match and the muscleman. After this kick she immediately stood up, looked ominously at the man who was lying on the mat and seemed to be writhing in pain.

That's when Karen decided to act quickly. She would fall on the man, crushing his chest with an elbow drop! If this worked she decided to continue a very intense series of attacks, grabbing one of her opponent's massive legs, she would pull with all her strength as if she wanted to twist it and turn the man so that he was lying on the mat on his stomach.

If this succeeded she would place one leg in a one-legged Boston crab, she would pull this leg pulling it up, at the same time she would sit on the man's butt and back, crushing him and pressing him to the mat. She would yell: Give up...!!! You have no chance....!!!!! Give up...!!!! Do you hear...!!!!!! Karen knew that only by keeping the very fast pace of this duel, she would be able to achieve something, maybe even win this fight....

[Weonna]

Gunloc hadn’t even recovered from the dropkick when Karen’s elbow slammed down onto his chest. His body bucked under the impact, a sharp grunt escaping his throat as the air was driven from his lungs.

Then—her hands were on his leg.

“Tch—nngghhh…!”

In one swift motion, she flipped the big man onto his stomach and yanked his leg back. Then the weight came. Her backside dropped down across his lower back, and the pressure began to build—fast.

The Boston Crab.

Her grip was tight. Her pull was brutal. His thick leg bent unnaturally behind him, spine arching as her full weight pressed down like an anchor.

“Aaaaggghhh...!!”

Gunloc’s fingers clawed at the mat. His chest lifted with every labored breath, sweat pouring off his skin as pain tore through his lower back and thigh. His body twitched beneath her, his powerful frame straining against the hold.

The taunts echoed in his ears—"Give up!!! You have no chance!!!"

His eyes narrowed.

Not yet.

Then—he moved.

With a sudden twist of his upper body, Gunloc snaked one arm underneath himself and struck low, sweeping Karen’s ankle out from under her. The trip was sharp and fast, and her balance would give out instantly.

As she stumbled forward, caught off guard—

Gunloc surged up from beneath her, twisting with a grunt, and wrapped both arms around her waist from behind. His grip clamped tight like steel bands, and in the same breath—

WHAM!

He yanked her down in a waistlock takedown, slamming her front-first onto the mat with his full weight driving into her from behind. The canvas shuddered beneath them from the sheer force!

Spoiler

[armandi]

Karen was still screaming furiously: "Give up...!!! Do you hear...!!!" But her opponent held on bravely, clearly not going to give up, at least not yet. But what else could be expected from such a powerful, muscular man, who had already shown what he was capable of several times. Although Karen put a lot of effort into this crab, she knew that she wouldn't break Gunloc this way, especially since it was obvious that he was starting to squirm visibly.

Suddenly Karen felt something grab her ankles. Aaaagghhhh...!!!! A sudden jerk and Karen landed on her stomach on the mat. "Fuck....This wasn't supposed to end like this....!!!!" Karen had only time to think this before something started to wrap around her waist. Then a violent pull upwards. And then another fall on the mat. Uuughhhh...!!!! Karen felt dazed.

The events really had happened very quickly. She didn't even have time to react. She was lying on the mat again. All she could do was crawl forward towards the ropes, because she knew that being in this position could be very dangerous...

[Weonna]

Gunloc saw her crawling, dazed and vulnerable, and he made his move.

He stepped over her, positioning himself with deliberate precision—straddling her back without dropping his full weight. His muscular frame loomed over her as he crouched low, the heat of his body radiating down onto hers.

Then his arms hooked beneath her chin.

In one swift, fluid motion, he yanked her upper body back, locking in the Camel Clutch—his biceps flexing hard on either side of her flushed face as he wrenched her spine into a deep arch.

His hips pressed forward, his crotch grinding lightly between her buttcheeks as he leaned in with full control. Not seated, but hovering just close enough to make every movement between them felt. Every twitch of his muscles rubbed his lower body snug against her backside, the closeness unmistakable.

Her chest was forced forward, her back stretched painfully as his arms pulled her head back into the crook of his forearms, locking the hold in tight.

Sweat dripped from his brow onto her shoulder as he held her there—caught, restrained, and bent beneath him.

Every breath he took made the hold tighter. Every second she stayed trapped only made his grip firmer. She was fully locked in now—and he wasn’t letting go easily.

[armandi]

Karen hadn't fully recovered from the recent events and seemed to be slowly trying to move toward the ropes, as if crawling, then rising to a kneeling position, until suddenly...

She felt her opponent pressing in on her from all sides, first his thighs on either side, then his massive arms gripping her chin. The German woman seemed to shake her head, hoping it would somehow help, but the grip tightened, and she was prevented from continuing her crawl. Karen's back and bottom were locked and pressed against the mat. Nnnngghhhh...!!!!

Furthermore, Karen felt the blue wrestling shorts and the equipment inside them pressing down on her, making it seem impossible to escape. Gunloc seemed to mount Karen, and a sharp tug on her chin caused pain and caused Karen to moan once again: "No...Nnnnggghhh...!!!!" It seemed as if she was trying to crawl further, but it was nearly impossible. She was breathing heavily.

Sweat began to form on her forehead and all over her body. A grimace of pain and desperation could be seen on her face.."Fuck...!!!" She screamed, "Let go...!!!!" Camel clutch made it difficult for her to speak and caused her to have trouble breathing. Tchhhh.....Eeechhhh....

[Weonna]

Gunloc held her there—tight, bent, and entirely at his mercy.

Her body trembled beneath him, her spine wrenched in his grip, her desperate moans fueling something primal inside him. His biceps flexed beside her jaw as he kept the Camel Clutch cinched in, the sweat from both of them mixing as it dripped to the canvas. Her cries were muffled and broken—

“No...Nnnnggghhh…!”, “Let go…!!!”

He didn’t.

Instead, he leaned in just a little more, his strong hips shifting forward—not seated, but low enough that the front of his blue trunks pressed and rubbed teasingly between the curves of her backside. The friction was slow… controlled… deliberate. Just enough to send a message.

A low growl escaped him—his body pulsing with heat and effort—before he finally released her chin with a sharp exhale.

And then—he moved.

Without warning, Gunloc slid his arms down from her chin and snaked them around her waist. His hands clasped tightly beneath her abdomen, and in one explosive surge, he pulled her backward—off the ground—in a deadlift.

Her boots lifted. Her body arched.

And then—BOOM!

He drove her down hard with a brutal German Suplex, the mat shaking beneath them as her body crashed back-first against it.

Spoiler

Gunloc sat up, his chest rising and falling, eyes locked on her sprawled figure so he can admire his handiwork.

[armandi]

It seemed like Karen was in serious trouble. Her body creaked and arched in pain. The German woman continued to moan. She felt dominated by her opponent. But she knew she couldn't give in. That would be a sign of weakness. She tried to gather herself and crawl toward the ropes. But that only made things worse. Gunloc tensed his muscles even more, pressing down and arching the German woman's back. Karen felt his blue wrestling briefs and equipment rubbing against her ass and back. Karen felt dominated; she could do nothing at that moment; Gunloc had her completely under control.

Karen felt his closeness, his sweat, and his heat. She felt the pain and, at the same time, the excitement of this muscled man still dominating. But suddenly... Gunloc released the clutch, and Karen fell face-first onto the mat, panting and exhausted. But wasn't it over yet? Muscled arms wrapped around her waist and a strong, violent pull sent Karen flying upwards, only to fall to the mat with a German suplex moments later. Ggggrrrhhh...!!!!!!

Her body and back hit the mat with a crack, as if she had rolled upwards, somersaulting. The force of the impact was so great that she sat on the mat, disoriented and dazed. At first, she was in shock, shaking her head, turning it left and right, thinking it would quickly restore her. With one hand, she grabbed her back, which still throbbed with pain. A grimace of pain could be seen on her face. However, she gritted her teeth, not wanting to show weakness...

[Weonna]

Gunloc rose to his feet slowly, towering over the dazed Karen as she sat there, back arched, one hand gripping her spine. He could see it all—the pain, the stubbornness, the heat of resistance simmering beneath the surface. She wasn’t done, but she was reeling, and he wasn’t about to let her catch her breath.

He stepped in close, standing behind her, then reached down and grabbed a handful of her damp hair to guide her back up. Once she was upright enough, he forced her head between his powerful thighs, locking her in tight as his quads flexed around her ears.

Then, with deliberate rhythm, he gave her rear two solid spanks, the smacks echoing through the gym.

SMACK!
SMACK!


Her glutes jolted from the hits, the sweat on her skin glistening under the lights as he reached down and wrapped his arms around her waist.

With a grunt of power, he hoisted her into a powerbomb position, her body rising high into the air, draped upside down over his shoulders—his hands gripping her hips with complete control.

He didn’t drop her right away.

He held her there, walking a few steps toward the corner, showing her off like a trophy, letting the weight and anticipation of the impact settle in her mind.

Then—he threw her.

THWACK!

Karen’s body would slam into the turnbuckles, her back crashing against the padded steel!

Spoiler

Gunloc wasn’t done.

The moment she stumbled forward, he stepped in, hooked one arm between her legs, the other around her neck, and snapped into a smooth Fisherman Suplex—arching his back perfectly as he bridged up for the pin.

Spoiler

His body pressed tight against hers, their sweat-soaked forms locked together as the hold was sealed.

“ONE—”

His body flexed as he held the bridge…
And the count was on.

[armandi]

Karen tried to recover from the impact of her back hitting the mat. She was dazed. But it seemed to be taking too long. She felt her opponent grab her hair and pull her up, wanting Karen to stand up as well. The German woman only groaned in pain and helplessness as her head found itself between her opponent's massive, muscular thighs. She felt the pressure, followed by two slaps on her bottom.

The opponent clearly wanted to assert his dominance. It was humiliating for Karen, but hey, she'd fallen into the trap set by her opponent, and there was nothing she could do about it. Another tug, and her body was on top. The German woman knew what was about to happen would be painful and devastating. Moreover, Gunloc was prolonging this moment of uncertainty, holding Karen's body on top. Uggghhhhhhh...!!!!

Instead of hitting the mat, Karen's body hit the turnbuckle. It was terrifying and awful. Pain shot through her body. Karen took two steps forward after the impact and was about to collapse to the mat, but... but her opponent grabbed her and wrapped a massive arm around her head. His other hand grabbed the side of her wrestling uniform, and Karen found herself on top again, toppling to the mat with another suplex. Daze, exhaustion, and pain gripped her body.

"TWO-"

At that moment, Karen realized she was on the mat, the countdown was in progress, and Gunloc's powerful body had formed a sort of bridge, pressing her to the mat. The German had to act. There was no time to think. She steeled herself and tried to unbalance his figure. Move violently and pry that damn arm off the mat. If that worked, her opponent would break the countdown and also fall to the mat...