Solo Session... or So He Thought

[Weonna]

Karen came charging in, desperation driving her forward. She rebounded off the ropes like a missile, her spear lined up perfectly for his ribs.

Gunloc planted his feet, the pain in his back and ribs screaming from the earlier assaults, but his instincts never failed him. At the very last heartbeat, as her shoulder came flying in—

WHAM!

Gunloc’s boot shot up like a cannon, the sole of it colliding square into Karen’s face with brutal force!

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Gunloc staggered from the effort, chest heaving, but his eyes locked on her fallen body. He had turned her desperation into disaster in a single move.

[armandi]

Karen, bent over, continued running. When she hit the ropes, she knew she had a chance to turn the tide of this match. All she had to do was land a spear and knock her opponent to the mat. Even though she knew this, her movements were slow, and she was still dazed. She was about to strike her opponent and knock him to the mat, but suddenly...

Uuuuhgghhhhh...!!!!

A powerful boot from her opponent struck her in the face and knocked her back. She fell backward onto the mat. At first, she was so shocked and dazed that she didn't know what was happening to her. Everything was lost. At first, she could do nothing. All she could do was lie on the mat in a world of pain and bewilderment... Fuck, and she was so close to changing the course of this fight...

[Weonna]

Gunloc stood over Karen’s fallen body, sweat dripping from his brow, chest heaving like a war drum. The big boot had dropped her flat, the German sprawled and dazed, her world spinning. He could see it in her glassy eyes—she was close to being done.

But close wasn’t good enough.

He reached down with one thick arm, hauling her head up by the hair until she was half-kneeling. With a sharp tug, he locked his bicep tight around her skull, clamping her into a brutal headlock position. His other hand pressed against her back as he bent his knees, bracing.

Gunloc gave her no chance to resist.

With one explosive drop, he would attempt to drive her head-first into the canvas with the Headlock Driver!

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[armandi]

Karen knew she had to fight, but what happened next was brutal. It knocked her to the mat like lightning. She tried to gather her wits, but she was dazed; it seemed her body couldn't even get up at that moment, let alone fight any longer. Surely her opponent knew that. What could she do? Karen was exhausted. This had been a brutal fight for her. She hadn't expected this. Gunloc had proven to be a powerful wrestler with immense raw strength. It seemed as if this fight had far outstripped Karen.

It was at that moment that the blonde felt her hair being yanked and pulled upwards. Karen could only moan in pain and stunned. She felt helpless. Then a crushing force wrapped around her head and neck. Karen felt those biceps, that raw strength, those tense, wet, hard muscles wrapping and squeezing her head. Then a quick pull. Karen just moaned. Nnnghhhh...!!!! Her body plummeted downward at high speed. Uuughhhhh...!!! Her head hit the mat first.... It was terrifying. Shocking.!!!!

It seemed as if she couldn't think straight at all now. Her body lay on the mat, battered by these blows. The final series of intense attacks left no illusions. Karen was powerless to counter him. It seemed as if all she could do now was lie on the mat...

[Weonna]

Gunloc stood over Karen’s limp form. The headlock driver had rocked her world—she lay flat, dazed, helpless. For a moment, he thought about simply going for the pin, ending it right there. But no—he wanted to make sure she stayed down...

He reached down, tangled his fingers into her hair, and dragged her upward again. With a sudden shove, he forced her head down between his massive thighs. His quads flexed tight around her ears, the sweat-soaked muscle clamping her in place.

Gunloc smirked. His hands slipped down to the back of her leotard and yanked it hard, wedging the fabric deep and making her backside strain against the tight material.

“Gotta make you remember me,”

he teased, his voice low and hot as he gave her humiliated form two sharp slaps—

SMACK!
SMACK!

Each one making her ass bounce, the red sting left behind on her skin.

With her trapped and bent, Gunloc wrapped his thick arms around her waist and hoisted her skyward, flipping her into position. Karen dangled upside down, her face flushed, her body trembling in his iron grip.

Then, with a grunt of sheer power, he dropped suddenly into a sit-out position, spiking her head and neck into the canvas with his Finishing Move:

MIAMI VICE DRIVER!

[armandi]

This muscleman proved to be a powerful, unstoppable force. Karen was still in a world of pain and daze. She desperately wanted to get up, even trying to brace herself with her hands on the mat, but her muscles trembled, and it seemed she didn't have the strength to do so.

Just then, she felt another tug on her hair. She could only moan in helplessness. Her entire body seemed helpless, submitting to whatever her opponent had prepared. A jerk upward, and then her head was forced between the massive, muscular, hard muscles of her opponent's thighs. A firm grip, and the German woman was completely trapped.

A tug on her skimpy thong bodysuit, which pushed deep into her buttocks, exposing even more of her already exposed buttocks. The opponent knew Karen was unable to defend herself, so he allowed himself more. Another slap landed on the German woman's bottom, leaving clear marks from the enemy's handprint. It was another sign of Gunloc's dominance, and at the same time, a humiliating move.

Karen's body was violently pulled upwards. Her legs were briefly stretched upwards. Karen's head was pointed downward. The German was still conscious enough to know this would be her end. This move would completely destroy her. She couldn't do anything, she was so exhausted she couldn't move... Uuugghhhh...!!!!

A powerful shock, as if lightning had struck her body. It was as if she had been knocked unconscious by that single, horrific blow. Her body would have fallen limply to the mat...

[Weonna]

Gunloc loomed over Karen’s limp form, his chest heaving with deep, heavy breaths. The piledriver had left her sprawled flat, motionless on the canvas, her body wrecked by the sheer force of his strength. For a moment he simply stood there, looking down at her, admiring the damage he had inflicted.

Then, slowly, he lowered himself.

One thick hand hooked her leg, bending it upward as he draped his massive frame across her battered body in a single-leg pin. His sweat-slick torso pressed down on hers, his face lowering until his lips brushed close to her ear.

“One… two… three…”

he whispered, his voice low and taunting, letting her know there was nothing left to fight for.

Gunloc didn’t need a referee—he made the count himself.

When it was done, he pushed himself off her and rose to his full height, towering above her wrecked body. With deliberate slowness, he planted one boot firmly on her chest, her body rising slightly under the weight. His arms stretched wide, biceps flexed, as he struck a dominant victory pose.

The sweat gleamed off his powerful muscles as he looked down at her with a proud, almost satisfied grin.

[armandi]

The impact with the mat was horrific. Karen simply didn't know what was happening to her. It was as if she'd lost consciousness. Her opponent clearly towered over her, dominating her. As her opponent seemingly laid on top of her, gripping her massive thigh, Karen seemed unresponsive, completely vulnerable to what Gunloc had prepared.

Gunloc quickly counted to three; it seemed as if he could count to ten and Karen wouldn't react the same way; her body was battered, incapable of further struggle. When Gunloc rose, he placed a foot on her chest, only confirming his strength and dominance. Karen's chest moved slightly, confirming she was alive, even though she seemed to have no contact with the outside world, as the shock had completely knocked her out. She would certainly need a longer break to recover.

Winner by pin: Gunloc !!!