The blonde hunk is in his tight
blue singlet that matches his eyes, about ready to take on his opponent. Sven looks his opponent over. He’s
strong, brown hair and green eyes. A handsome, defined face and a huge bulge
between his legs that his red singlet does little to conceal. Sven smiles a sly
smile and knows he’s gonna win. The brown haired wrestler is daunted. Sven
isn’t much stronger, but he is stronger. Sven isn’t much bigger, but he is bigger. And Sven’s
manhood is nowhere near as large. But Sven smiles like he knows something that
green eyes doesn’t.
Sven knows he's gonna win.
The two walk up to each other and smack each other's hands and wait for the signal. Signal comes and they circle.
Sven licks his lips and waits. Staring at his brown haired counterpoint. Watching his body jump to the side, his muscles hug against his body, his bulge jiggles with every movement. Sven waits.
Impatient, green eyes jumps at Sven first, going for the legs. Sven wasn't caught off guard, and caught him in a headlock. Sven puts all his pressure on his opponents head then switches positions, legs to legs and chest to back.
Sven locks his hands, in front of the wrestlers body. He stands up and lifts his opponent off the ground, causing the brown haired wrestler to panic. The wrestler tried to shake himself free and crawl out of the hold. His hands on the floor, lifted off the ground, he tried to pull himself out. Sven expected this.
