L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The sound of their combined landing is a thunderclap that echoes across the ring as they crash down. Jack's face is one of surprise and joy as he has Rev laid out practically in his lap. His chest heaves in and out in powerful motions to refill his lungs with air. That had taken a good deal of stamina to pull off, and thankfully it had paid out in kind. Though his body would like to rest Jack knew he needed to make use of this time to even the odds between himself and his pink-haired opponent. He pushes Rev's legs apart and draws his own legs in so that he could get back to his knees. His hands run along Rev's shins up to his knees where they then curl to the insides of Rev's thighs and swoop upwards to his crotch where they meet once more. He gives the man's bulge a nice, firm rub with a big cheeky grin that he flashes up at the crowd, and the crowd cheers for the action in kind.

"Sounds like they'll be wanting more than that mate, and who am I to disagree?" he chuckles as he gives Rev's lower abs a bit. He then pushes up and moves himself to sit behind Rev's head while he grabs the man's luscious hair to pull his head and the rest of his body up into a sitting position. Jack slides in close, his slick chest pressing into Rev's back tightly, and he slips his right arm forward and curls his bicep around Rev's neck. Jack slides his legs up over the top of Rev's almost like he was going to bodyscissor him, but instead tasks his heels with finding Rev's knees and pushing outward to spread his legs apart. Jack's free hand then slips around and gives Revs's chest a nice, long grope and squeeze.

"I'm sure you've been told, but you have a great body, mate!" he compliments smoothly into Rev's ear as he tightens the grip on his throat. As he does this the free hand flattens itself against Rev's chest and glides downwards, skipping the rows of abs and diving right in for the main dish. Jack's fingers burrow beneath the confines of his gear and seek out the main attraction itself; his hidden member.

He put up minimal resistance, still too dizzy to do much except grit his teeth and bear it as he forcibly say up and suddenly felt a tightness in his throat as he put into a type of choke.

And then his legs were forcibly spread, making something very clear to the cheering crowd.

"HH...Haaah..." He was weak to lust, he'd admit. And having his bulged rubbed, feeling those massive pecs pressed against his back, having his pecs groped and feeling the telltale sign of a hand running down to disappear under the waist band of both his bell bottoms and his jockstrap...

...it wasn't a shock that when Jack grabbed his cock, he was already as a rock, hot and pulsing against that warm hand. It wasn't even a shock that he had been sporting a massive tent in his pants before Jack had so much as rubbed against his clothed cock.

He couldn't struggle yet, not when he was still dizzy on TOP of reeling from the powerbomb. He'd bide his time and energy, just hoping he'd be able to hold.

Cumming didn't result in a loss, sure, but he had every intention of making his opponent shoot his load first, after all.