A Rematch Between Two Giants: Bill the Crusher Rev Citrine

[MapleR]

Second verse, same as the first it seems.

There had been a pause before the second crash, and in that pause, Rev had been able to just barely gather his bearings....and the wave of humiliation that hit when he did only served to spur on more tears. Tears that flowed as freely as the blood from his nose, unable to stop either with how weak he felt. His own move, Bill was using his own goddamn move against him, and he was powerless to stop it. It was only his own stubborn pride that kept him from giving up.

Because there had to be a way out. He wasn't out yet. He wasn't going to lose to this fucking manchild, no matter what Bill put him through! Not after this match. He'd sooner leave on a goddamn stretcher than submit to the other man after everything Bill put him through...after all the goodwill Bill willingly and gleefully tore through and ripped up.

But...none of it mattered now, did it? Bill crashed down on his face a second time, and the agony of his broken nose getting smashed in again nearly made him pass out then and there. There was a tightness in his throat he'd never felt before in the ring, and it took all of his remaining willpower to keep back the sob from breaking through. And yet, in spite of all of this, perhaps because he had time to prepare, the second attack hadn't rattled him as much as the first one had...but that also didn't matter.

His body would follow his orders. He tried, and failed, to even just WEAKLY move up his arm. But the pain was too much, and the fight had taken it's toll on his body. And yet, he wasn't going to give up. Through sheer stubborness, he was able to make ONE type of counterattack.

CHOMP!!

It wasn't much. And he knew he was about to be in for a world of hurt for the stunt he was pulling, straight up chomping down on Bill's ass. But he'd sooner get his shit rocked than go down like a bitch. That was Bill's schtick, and even if he lost he'd die before it was due to being a bitch and a coward like the mask man!

[Lycanstar]

CHOMP!!

Bill's head shot up. But no scream escaped. Even with the tiresome Rev's teeth pinching his skin; Bill had something more pressing on his mind than the pain.

It was over. There was 0 chance Rev had any give in himself to turn this around. He knew it, Bill knew it, the audience knew it. And yet even so- the blatant ignorance to his own situation was seemingly lost to the main encapsulated between Bill's cheeks at this very second.

No. Nope. That's it. Bill stood up in a huff, grabbing his bit rear for a brief second before uncharacteristically faltering as he made his way to his feet in a enraged huff. He was shaking all over- not from the sexuality but from pure unwavering rage. He stared down at the barely moving Rev and even without the mask you could tell his expression- His veins were popping and entire body tense- his hands were half gripped out as if he was about to rip something.

With an angry huff, Bill wasted no time in aggressively flipping Rev onto his stomach- he knelt down and with no fanfare or warning went for the last thing he could possibly do to drive the point across-

He pressed his fingers forward, straightening his palm. Falling down onto Rev's back he mounted the pinkette and with one motion of his right hand- stuck it right up Rev's ass. Bill reached in deep- and once he had nowhere else to go, his hand formed into a tight fist and he rammed it in Rev's ass like a jackhammer. There was no love in this action- Bill was about as careless and mean spirited as he possibly could be. Angry exhales of exertion could be heard as both bodies jutted forward with every thrust and push- Bill's grunts reverberating between the pair all the while...