I hate it when a guy do not show up for a fight, especialy when the suddenly stop replying my messages.
I must admid I have very limited time to make a fight appointment. After months of chatting and messaging, and looking forward to the set date.
Its so hard for me to cope with the dissapointments of not showing up.
I went to the Gym and train my frustrations away with an heavy overload workout
There's no quantifiable scale for measuring what exactly constitutes a 'good wrestler' It's not as simple as a rain gauge to measure how much rain falls each hour. So sometimes wonder, when all these guys write that I, or anyone else, a good wrestler, just how good are we? Could it even be that someone sucks at it and it's all being said just to make a guy feel good? Until someone comes up with a wrestling counterpart to a rain gauge, reckon we will never know. Same goes for the rest of us. Next question: What is a "strong" wrestler?.
Well, it's now official. I have been offered a front end position at Buy Buy Baby starting May 1st! Thanks everyone for your words of support!
TONY vs AENEAS
first fight near a pool (18+, XXX cyberfight)
aeneas: ok. i m wearing my tight black adidas speedos with 3 white stripes. lying in the sun near a private pool from an vacation building. no one around...yt
tony: come down to the pool, remove baggy shorts, wearing a yellow poser...start to flex my 25 yo gym bod yt
aeneas: i laugh at u. who are u flexing at, with ur tiny muscles. i stand up and flex my massive biceps. yt
tony: turned on by the challenge, step up, flex my 48"c, 18"ceps, sixpack....bump u with my chest
aeneas: hey...i m also turned on by the challange...giving u another grin and i touch ur biceps, but with my other hand, i ramm my fist in ur abs....BAAAMMMM yt
tony: ummphhhh double over and step back....u bastard....coughing a bit yt
aeneas: what, ur lil abs can t take a hit? i jump at u, slide my arms under urs...full nelson. streching ur body...u feel my massive pecs at ur back, my bulge grinding at ur ass .yt
tony: feeling the smaller muscled stud on my back, those big peaks under my pits, hard nips scraping my shoulder blades....ur hands pushing my chin down on my chest....flexing my arms to break the hold yt
aeneas: as i didn t quite fix the hold, ur able to break my nelson. but i just wrap my arms around ur neck and pull u back. we land in the grass, u on top of me in my sleeper. u also feel my muscular legs around ur waist, squeezing u. yt
tony: thick forearm choking me...legs crushing my waist...rolling in the grass, get to my hands and knees and power up til ur hanging on my back...feel ur hard cock on my spine and the sweat pouring down our bodies....RAAAMMM ur back into a nearby tree baaammmmmm yt
aeneas: we roll in the grass. shit, the bastard is strong i think. i hang on ur back my cock rubbing at ur spine....sweating and breathing hard....ooouuffffffff.....i take the hit, but my hold gets weaker yt
tony: this dude is so fukking tough...my cock throbbing in my poser as we fight....SLLAAAMMM ur back into the tree trunk again as i pull ur forearm off my neck, then ELBOW ELBOW ELBOW to ur rib cage yt
aeneas: AARRGGHHHHh....i hit the tree hard, i have to release u....UURGGGHHHH....taking the hits, try to flex my abs and push u away. in my speedos my hard cock is clearly visible. yt
tony: thurst my fists down into ur inner thighs, force u to break the scissor around my waist...as ur back slides down the tree, i turn and grab ur pecs in a claw, digging my fingers into that solid muscle yt
aeneas: AAAHHHh...u bastard. i feel ur fingers digg in my flesh. i first try to twist ur nipples hard, but it doesn t have a big effect on u. so i grab that big bulge in front of me and give ur nuts and cock a hard squeeze yt
tony: ooohhhhhhhh...gasp as u take my package in hand....big 8x5 cock leaking as the head peeks out from the waistband of my poser....twwwiiiisssttt the pec claw harder yt
aeneas: aaaaaaahhhhh. let go man....i squeeze u harder. sweat pouring out of my body. my speedos are streched form the big bulge. i slowly get up to my feet, ur still in my grip yt
tony: i'll release when u do, fukker....but the sweat is making my fingers slip...hard to hold on....so fukking turned on fighting u yt
aeneas: i suddenly let go and push with both fists hard on ur chest, hitting ur nipples. as u stagger back, i jump at u, putting my muscular arms around u and squeeze u in a tight bearhug. u feel my pecs rubbing at urs, and my hardon bulge with my leaking cock is grinding hard in ur crotch. yt
tony: uummmppphhhhhh....those big arms crushing my ribs...sweaty pec to pec and cock to cock hold...my face against urs...hot breath on ur ear.....the grinding of our hips is sliding my poser down and my cock and ass are more exposed yt
aeneas: mmmmhhhh...i feel ur hot muscular body in my hold, u loosing ur posers...the top of my cock is also out of my speedos, leaking precum and touching ur cock. ur going to submit i say in ur ear, biting and sucking ur ear. squeezing harder and rubbing my exposed cock on ur cock and abs. yt
tony: ohhh fuuukkkk...so damn hot..the sweat, the feel of ur body and ur cock and ur strength....but not willing to sumbit...get the heel of my hand under ur chin, pushing ur head back...then headbutt hard....u loosen the bearhug and i apply my own now, lifting u off ur feet...."now how's that, stud?" yt
aeneas: aaaahhhhh. bitch. u lift me and squeeze me. our cocks still grinding, i press my hand at ur face, press myself away. my body is slippery of all that sweat. i press myself up on ur shoulders, my cock is grinding between ur pecs now, and as u hold me in the bearhug, i press ur face against my abs, cutting u off the air supply. yt
tony: ohhh fuukkk..ur slippery body sliding all over me....u press my shoulders and slide ur pecs over my face til ur ripped abs are pressed tight...tasting the sweat on u....smothering against u....drop and SLAAMMMM ur back down in the grass, my head butting ur hard abs.....i grab ur speedo and strip it down as my poser drops to my ankles yt
aeneas: aaahhh. i hit the grass...u headbutt my abs....ooouufffff...but as u strip down my speedos and my hard cock is slapping on my abs, i give u a kick right into ur unprepared abs....ZACKKKKK yt
tony: ooohhhhhfffffff....the kick to the abs sends me rolling to my back.....big cock laying on my abs.....staring up into the sun gasping for breath....yt
aeneas: i get up and jump on u, driving my knee on ur cock an in ur abs...i don t want to give u a chance to recover. as ur legs go up, i grab them and turn u over, ur legs under my arms i sit on ur back...boston....leaning back. how does that feel punk, GIVE! yt
tony: aaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhh....taking me fast, arching my back int he boston crab...my hips lifted off the ground, big cock hanging in the air...try to push up with my arms to toss u off yt
aeneas: what a tough punk. i let go of one leg, grab ur nuts and squeeze them again. stop struggeling bitch, i got u at the balls...squeeze u harder....GIVE! yt
tony: ohhhh fuuuukkkkkkkk....my balls!!!! I GIVE, I GIVE! u fukker I GIVE
aeneas: good boy. i let go of ur legs, and slap ur hot butt hard, twice....then i lie on top of u, grinding my hard meat between ur asscheeks...sucking and biting ur ear. yt
tony: ohhhhh yeaaaahhhhh....sweaty muscled fighter on me, that big cock between my ass....ur hot breath and mouth on my ear as i lay in the grass, looking at the pool....i lift my hips up to feel ur dick more and more yt
aeneas: mmmhhh...i feel u press u hot ass against my cock...the top of my cock is penetrating u...i grab ur hair, pull ur head up and ramm my meat into ur hot tight ass....MMMHHHHHHHH i moan of the pleasure being inside u yt
tony: aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhh.....ur cock driving into my tight ass, opening me up as u pull on my hair...grunting as u thrust ur cock into me harder and harder...deeper and deeper...fuk me, man...FUK ME yt
aeneas: MMMMHHHHHHHHHH. i drive my rockhard cock deep into u....fucking u hard and deep. my balls slapping at ur ass....i moan, as i dominate this hot muscle boy under me...feels so great....YEAH .... yt
tony: start to slam my ass back into ur hips...ur cock ripping me open so damn good....turn my head trying to see u....my chest covered with sweat and grass, my cock throbbing yt
aeneas: ooohhh yeeeahhhhh...i lean down and give u a kiss, ur cock throbbing at my abs. i grab it and stroke it, continue to fuck u faster now. my body is sweating and i m breathing hard....my body is full of lust...ready to explode.....i suddenly go slower....enjoying every movement.... yt
tony: that fukking kiss as u plow me....moaning as u vary the speed of ur thrusts in my ass....my ass muscles clenching and milking ur shaft as u slow ur moves....so close to blowing my load with u.....ohhh ppplllleeeeaaaaasssseeeee...yt
aeneas: i m looking at u...stopping my movement....lust is shooting through my veins, i m feeling my balls pumping....then with some thrusts and a loud moan, i cummmmmm....AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH....shoooting my hot cum up ur ass......
tony: gaaawwwwdddddd yeeeessssssss...as i feel ur hot jizz up my ass, i BBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTT a huge load....ram my ass back deep on ur cock and squeeze it hard...getting every drop out of u yt
aeneas: mmmmhhhhh....u squeeze every drip out with ur hot ass....i collapse after that explosion on top of u....my cock sliding out of u and ur legs falling down....i lie on ur hot bod to recover...my hard cock rubbing urs....THE END
tony: fukk yeahhhh....HOT, man! very HOT
This is how I envisage fights going.
Wrestling. No hitting or kicking. Just body to body lock ups, muscle on muscle. Cocky trash talk before during after. No friendliness just competition. Maybe strength tests like arm wrestle or mutual bearhug before the fight
Both of us will lock up and muscle it out. wrestling around for hours on floor and bed. Eventually one guy will begin to take control, winning more of the points. If the trash became really intense it's unlikely tap outs will be honored and long, vicious scissors and sleepers really wear the weaker guy down. Eventually, during the resets each lock up becomes almost an instant re application of a hold on the weaker dude. from there the match is just torture as the winner applies hold after hold until he's sated.
Long sleepers, frontal head scissors as the guy flexes a bicep whilst staring into the losers choking face, crushing half hour body scissors, wrenching grapevine.
the loser isn't walking away anytime soon after this fight.
...nicht mein dritter Kampf überhaupt, nein..das wäre etwas arg wenig. ;-) Mit der Überschrift ist gemeint dass ich gestern das dritte Kampfdate mit dem gleichen Gegner hatte, mit Sonic nämlich. Hat sich was zum zweiten Mal geändert? Das würde ich schon sagen. Die einzelnen Kampfrunden waren länger und kamen mir allgemein etwas härter und brutaler vor. Das ganze ist natürlich rein subjektiv, aber ich hatte schon das Gefühl dass sich Sonic teilweise richtig anstrengen musste, zwei oder dreimal hat er abgeklopft. Nunja, ich will mich nicht übermäßig selbst beweihräuchern, es wird noch längere Zeit brauchen bis ich wirklich in etwa sein Kampfniveau erreicht habe.
Mal sehen was die Zukunft bringt. Anderen Anfängern kann ich nur empfehlen nicht nur immer nach neuen Gegnern zu suchen, sondern nach Möglichkeit öfter mit den selben Gegnern zu kämpfen, um die eigenen Fortschritte und Fehler besser einschätzen zu können.
I rode into Abilene looking for a fight. Seems the Sheriff in town likes to prove how tough he is by taking on all comers. I hear he hasn't lost yet. Not surprising, seeing how the man is about 6'4" and over 275 lbs. But I'm gonna kick his ass. See, sixteen years ago when we were both fighting for the Army of Tennessee in the War Between the States, that son of a bitch beat the shit out of me and fucked my ass in front of over a dozen men. He was a terror with his fists back then and he's probably still a badass. But now, I'm ready for him and he's gonna pay.
I was a 15 year old young punk back then. He was my Sergeant and more interested in beating young men down than he was in leading them. Now that I've added 30 lbs. of hard muscle and learned how to use my fists, he won't even recognize me. After I kick his ass, that's gonna change. There's the Sheriff's office. This must be the place.
"Sheriff Lars Hansen, I hear you're good with your fists. You want to give me a try and show me just how good you are?" "People here call me Hoss - Sheriff Hoss Hansen. Some folks said I looked like another big fella that used to live outside of Virginia City, Nevada. And who might you be? I don't recall seeing you around." "Just rode in. Name's Tom Walker and I like to do a little fighting myself." "You look big enough. What? I'd say about 6 foot, maybe 225?" "Yeah I'm 6 foot with my boots on and closer to 230 last I checked." "Stout man!" The Sheriff gets up from his desk, steps up close to me and feels my right arm and gives me some light punches on my chest and gut. Then he opens up his shirt and sticks his big hairy chest in my face. He tells me to "Feel this," as he flexes his right arm. He holds his shirt open and says, "Go ahead. Give me your best shot." I give it to him. I can tell he felt it, but under a layer of fat is a solid gut. "You're still a fairly young man. I'm 45 years old and been Sheriff here for 8 years. I've knocked out over 50 strong men and made 50 more cry like a baby until they gave up. Nobody challenges me twice. If you're man enough, then we'll have us a fight. You sure you never been in Abilene? Something about you rings a bell." "First time in town sir, and I would count it an honor to face a great man such as yourself. Why, it would be like winning the prize fight championship of Kansas if I could beat the great Sheriff Hoss Hansen!" That lights up Hansen's face. "I suppose it would, young fella. Who knows? You might even last more than five minutes. You see...most men don't."
With some time to kill before tomorrow's fight, I head over to the All In Saloon. I'm standing at the bar with my beer when an old man comes and stands next to me. He talks in a loud whisper. "I hear you're gonna take on Sheriff Hoss. Listen to me and get back on your horse and leave. You'll find you some real fun in Dodge City. If you stay here you're gonna get hurt and more!" I've got a good idea what he means by 'more'. "After Hansen beats a man he takes him back to the jail to 'sleep it off.' But I know what's really goin' on. Once he takes you to jail, he's gonna fuck you like there's no tomorrow." "Thanks old timer, but I've got plans of my own."
I get a room in the hotel and lay down. Seeing Hansen again is bringing back memories of that fuckin' war and of that night outside of Shiloh with him grinnin' as he beat me to a pulp. I thought I had him beat. But he kept gettin' up until finally he squeezed me in a bearhug until I had nothin' left. Being held there against his hairy chest like I was nothin'. And then him lifting me up over his head and throwing me down into the dirt. I can still feel his big dick in my ass when I think of how he used me like a whore. Now he's gonna be my whore! But, damn! He still looks tougher than shit and even bigger than I remember. I thought he'd look older by now. Fuck that! Every man can be beat and I'm gonna be the one to do it. Then his sweet ass is mine!
After finally falling off to sleep, I dreamt I was back there in that Army camp. Hansen had taken my passed-out ass to his tent. Then I was there suckin' on that big dick with his big hands pumpin' my head back and forth like he was tryin' to draw water from a well. Then I was face down on his bed gettin' plowed. Then gettin' turned over so he could straddle me and flex his muscles over me with his big wet dick on my chest. Then him layin' on top of me and kissin' me...the same dream I've had a thousand times.
DING DING "In the corner to my right, a bull of a man at 6'4" and 285 lbs., the Sheriff of our fair city, Big Hoss Hansen!" The crowd of about 50 townspeople and cowboys break into a cheer. "And in the corner to my left, hailing from Memphis, Tennessee, a strapping young man at 6'0" and 230 lbs. Mr. Tom Walker." My name is greeted with jeers, boos and laughter. "Now men, there will be no biting. Anything else, goes. The fight will last until one man submits or cannot continue. Ready...FIGHT!" DING.
There he is...barechested, just like I remember him. A little gray in his hair and maybe a little heavier but otherwise he's the same. He sneers at me,"You ready boy?" "It's time, big man." I move in and hit him with a right to the jaw. He grabs me in a headlock and starts squeezing my face into his big chest. "You think I don't know you? I remember your scrawny tight ass. You got a little more meat on your bones but that's just more squeezin' for the pleasin'. I made you my bitch back in Shiloh and you'll be my bitch here in Abilene." He starts punching me in the face. I'm punching his gut. Then I punch him in the balls. "OHHHHHHHhhh." He lets go and I rear back and throw a left to his face followed by a right and then a knee to his chest. I grab him by his head and throw him down to the ground. I drive my boot into his gut four times before he manages to roll away. The big man looks worried, but he also looks mad. The crowd gets quiet - like they never seen anything like this.
I can feel it. At last I'm gonna beat him. It's time for retribution. But why is he grinnin' at me? "Ain't too many that give me a real fight. Last time we fought you were nothin' more than a pussy. We gonna have us a real fight tonight! COME ON!" He comes at me swingin'. I hit him in the gut. He catches me in the chin and then shoves me into the corner ring post. He's battering me in the gut. I grab him by the hair and head butt him. I get a foot on him and shove him backwards. I run in to tackle him down but he grabs me around the waist. "Time to plant you boy." He picks me up and throws me into the dirt. He sits on my back and starts pounding his fists into the side of my head. Before I can get him off he wraps his big paws under my chin and starts leanin' back. AAAARRRHHHHHH. "Hehe, somethin' I learned a few years ago from a travelin' carny rassler. I could break your back, boy! Maybe I'll just hurt you so that I can beat on you for as long as I want without you being able to do anything about it, hehe!"
I can't get him off me. Finally he gets up. I feel his foot on my back. "Hey everybody! Your Sheriff has done whooped another young challenger...beat him into the dirt! Look at these muscles! Look at the young punk. The boy thought he was strong. WHO'S THE STRONG MAN?" The crowd gives him a big cheer. Then he reaches down and grabs me by my hair and pulls me up long enough to smash his forearm into my back. I stagger forward on my feet. The crowd erupts into more applause. "Come here, boy." Hansen pulls me around and wraps his arms around me in a bearhug. He's grinning from ear to ear. I can feel his dick getting hard. "I know you want it, boy. You feel it? And you're gonna get it just like last time." He ramps up the power on his bearhug. OHHHHH. "You can't tell me you don't love feelin' my hairy chest on your little body."
"I feel you gettin' weaker in my arms, boy. Can't breath too good now can ya? You thought I was an old man now didn't ya? You thought you was big and strong enough to take me down. I'd give you a big kiss right now but it might disturb some of these cowboys." Instead he lifts me by the crotch and hoists me up over his head. I feel like a rag doll in his hands. The show of raw power thrills the crowd and they cheer, "HOSS, HOSS, HOSS..." Hansen throws me hard to the ground. He walks around the ring flexing his muscles and letting everyone feel his big arms. He thinks I'm done. Maybe I am. But not before I give it one more try.
I reach the ropes and drag myself back to my feet. Now that he's done with the crowd he's walking back toward me. "Now boy, you want me to knock you out or do you want to get down on your knees and submit in front of me and all these folks. What's it gonna be? SPEAK UP!" I spit on his boots. Just as he rears back to take a big swing at my face, I catch him with a solid fist to the gut. OOOOF. I follow that with another to the same spot that bends him over. I bring my knee right up and under his jaw sending him flat on his back. I jump on his right arm and drive the heel of my boot into his right bicep. Then I do the same with his left arm. "AAARHH. MUTHERFUCKER, I'LL KILL YOU." "NOT TONIGHT ASSHOLE." I jam my knee into his balls. OHHHHHHHHH. I grab him by his head and drag him to the corner. I pound his gut over and over. I punch him wherever I want and there's nothing he can do about it. The crowd is dead quiet. I drag Hansen to the center of the ring and drop him flat on his back. He's laying there still and breathing heavily. "What's it gonna be Hansen? You give? DO YOU GIVE?" I put a foot on the big man's chest. I know he's gonna say it. "I give."
The crowd is gone. This wasn't what they came to see. But at last I've got Hansen right where I want him. I flex my arms over the big bastard and feel my dick get hard. "Let's go Hansen." I drag his big ass to the jail house, put him on his bed and fuck his ass long and hard. I slap his ass like the bitch he is. "You know Hansen, as a man you're just no damn good. But what you are is a fine piece of ass."
I left that man in his jail house and got on my horse. I left Abilene, Kansas behind and never looked back. I heard that there was work to be had in a new town being started in Texas also called Abilene. Seems like as good a place as any to start a life.
I’m not sure catastrophising is a real word but it was a term someone used to describe my perception a few years ago. It was certainly eye opening.
My other blog entry focused on my anxiety and I found the response very positive. This attempts to go a little bit more to understand how I respond to situations and how I interact with other people.
My father died when I was very young. The trauma led to a health anxiety; which has not been helped by recent “real” health issues. Back in the day when I imagined illnesses I was told that I “catastrophised”. A stomach ache became bowel cancer. Flu was sepsis. A mole was skin cancer. Any interaction with another human would give me HIV.
I was told that I missed several steps. Take for example a cold. A cold is sometimes just a cold. But I would turn it up to 11. It had to be something more sinister. Nothing innocent.
This has also manifested itself in my interactions with people and my difficulties in understanding people. Someone not responding immediately translates into “I must have annoyed them”. And then comes the overthinking.
It’s getting better, but it’s still present. Just like the cleaning of a house.... it never ends.
I'm unsettled by a number of so-called wrestlers from the site who have talked to me for lengthy periods of time only to turn silent when our matches get close to reality.
For more than a month, I have discussed meeting a specific member for a match. He's been on the site over a year but has no reviews. This made me suspicious, but he returned all my messages and expressed an interested in finally getting a real-life wrestling session under his belt.
I did all the legwork: found a place to wrestle halfway between us, offered various dates and times that would work, etc. We discussed it several times. Last week, he specified that he could meet me for a match March 25th. That's coming right up, so I was psyched!
Today, I sent a message asking him to confirm our meetup. His response was to block me with no explanation. I'm in a small area of the country with very few opponents, so when this happens, it is a huge disappointment. I wish there was a way to warn other guys of members who are only "teases" with no intention of ever meeting.