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King (Tekken) vs King of Dinosaurs (King of Fighters)

The sound of buzzing, chirping and rustling leaves was drowned out by the sound of human commotion, pyrotechnics, and roaring speakers. It seemed even the jungle wasn't safe from the reach of pro wrestling with BWW, Beast Wars Wrestling, conducting its latest pay-per-view smack-dab in the middle of the rainforest. The die-hard fans stuffed into the surprisingly large crowd area could hardly contain themselves as they discussed rumors over the upcoming main event. Apparently the current, 2 year reigning champ, King was going to defend his title against a jobber. Well, "Jobber" wasn't exactly the right word. His opponent nearly matched him in size, speed and technical ability. However Tizoc, the proud griffon-masked wrestler, who even the most casual BWW fans knew and loved, had recently undergone a bit of a "character redevelopment." The results left most of his once loyal fan-base less than impressed.

The problem with Tizoc's new persona, "King of Dinosaurs" wasn't that he was poorly written, or even that his costume was poorly made. Quite the contrary, the red dinosaur mask seemed to be a welcomed change alongside his new strapped on shoulder scales, slash-patterned red tights, tail and menacingly clawed, elbow-length gloves to the eyes of most fans. The real problem, everyone agreed upon, was that the big, beefy, musclebound wrestler couldn't act to save his life. His career took such a drastic downward spiral that even his manager, a long time co-worker and friend, told him that if he failed to get a solid booing reaction during his match tonight, he would, unfortunately, have to be let go from the company.

Meanwhile, back in the locker room, King of Dinosaurs was sweating bullets. He was getting ready for what could be the final match of his BWW career. The yellow eyes of the dinosaur mask stared back at him through the desk mirror as he thought about how far he'd come. He dreaded the idea of going back to piss-quality shows in dingy old high schools, performing his guts out in front of disinterested parents and their bratty, screaming kids. No, he couldn't go back to that. He wouldn't.

Just as he finished donning his mask, the door to his dressing room creaked open. "Hey Dino-dud, your last match starts in a couple minutes!" The young intern left with a carelessly loud chuckle. Dinosaur stood then, slowly walking in front of the full-body mirror to give himself one last look over.

He had the look, that was for sure. BWW's management team had been good to him in that regard. The menacing red dinosaur mask stood above two hulking, heaving pectoral muscles and a rock hard, veiny 6 pack pair of abs. The man's arms looked like fat, gluttonous anacondas, his legs damn near thick as tree stumps. Most impressively, between him and the ladies, he had a package most worthy of being called "Dinosaur meat." All of this hard-earned muscle was stuffed beautifully into his red gear. By all outward appearances, he was a total ruthless badass. Now he just had to walk the walk.

Giving his doomsday pecs a quick pump, Dinosaur continued to stare at himself in the mirror. That fierce dinosaur expression remained unchanging, even as the wrestler's mouth curled into a wicked grin underneath. Even if he wasn't completely ready to be ruthless when the time came, his opponent tonight would end up humiliated regardless. He'd already made sure of that. Giving his thick pec-mounds a couple of furious, last second slaps to amp himself up, King of Dinosaurs made his way towards the door of his dressing room.

Meanwhile, King sat with his large ass resting comfortably in the seat of a black, custom-made "Anger of Beast" folding chair. His own dressing room was crowded with backstage employees and fans. Most of them were men, there to apply make up to his torso muscles in order to cause a visual 'pop', or to help him select an attire for what was being hyped up as King of Dinoaur's final match. However King allowed several groupies into his room, letting one of the cuter females sit on his lap after he'd been stuffed into his new attire.

Originally, King had insisted he take the match seriously and wear his usual blue trunks over purple tights. However, some of the higher-ups had insisted he wear an attire that stressed the contrast between their statuses inside the company. True to his in-ring name, the wrestler now dressed in the shiny golden trunks, knee pads, boots and wristbands was indeed considered a king in this company. To really hammer home his dominant status, the back of his trunks read "Ender of Careers" with the words written in a black, jagged style of cursive. This was a detail that King had initially been uncomfortable with, but had opened up to after several groupies remarked how "hot" it was. As soon as King heard the words escape the young, sexy women's mouths, he felt his own body heat begin to rise, as if on command. The man's temperature wasn't the only thing to raise however, as he felt those once comfortable golden trunks get increasingly tight around his large, muscled hips.

With a soft grunt of discomfort, King reached over and downed what must have been his sixth bottle of water that evening. Yet somehow, his body heat only seemed to raise as he began to feel sweat leaking down from the neck of his mask. Soon, the big, tanned beefcake was dripping with sweat across his thick pec muscles and wide, tight abs. The big man excused himself, picking up the small female on his lap and setting her aside with ease before promptly making his way towards the exit of the room. "King your ma-" the smug intern's words were cut off as King pushed past him, making his way towards the arena.

The stage lights dimmed as a hush fell over the arena. Suddenly an announcer's deep voice could be heard booming out from the speakers. "Ladies and gentle-beasts it is time for the main event you've all been waiting for!" The announcer's tone was chipper and enthusiastic, despite the groaning of many audience members who simply expected this to be another squash match for the champion.

Suddenly the stage lights snapped on, shining down on the large, red dressed figure standing menacingly on the stage. King of Dinosaurs was still as a statue, letting the audience members soak up his large stature before he slowly looked up, letting the yellow eyes of his dinosaur mask scan the crowd. Despite the man's horrible portrayal of a heel, even the biggest skeptics had to admit his appearance undeniably cast a demeanor of dread and raw intimidation.

"Making his way to the ring, originating from Mexico, weighing in at two-hundred and sixty pounds, he is the challenger, King. Of. Diiinosaurrrs!" The announcer's voice trailed off with a rumble similar to that of a motorcycle as Dinosaur began strutting his way down to the ring. Immediately the grumbling among the fans began. He didn't move like a villain, he didn't talk like a villain. This was undoubtedly the same good-natured Tizoc they had all grown to know and love putting on an unfortunately boring charade.

"Hey Dinosaur, you ready to become the cat's next chew toy?" One fan shouted. To his surprise, Dinosaur stopped, turning his head to face the man. "The only thing King will be chewing on, is my jockstrap, backstage after the match!" the big wrestler spoke. The man retorted "Hah, good one!" in a sarcastic voice, but the words fell on deaf, determined ears as Dinosaur made his way down the ramp.

The truth was, none of the audience members had ever heard the normally polite and bashful wrestler sound so confident while guised as the King of Dinosaurs. It seemed Tizoc was finally starting to truly embrace his new gimmick. The display gave the live crowd members and thousands of audience members watching at home newfound hope for the upcoming match.

However, before Dinosaur had even entered the ring, his music cut. The big man slid into the ring and stood with his hands on his hips, cursing to himself under the mask. It seemed the executives backstage were intent on making him look like as big of a washed up jobber as possible. Little did they know this only added fuel to the fire of determination within the big, red wrestler.

Suddenly the sound of a deep, guttural roaring resonated out from the high quality arena speakers. "Aaand now..." the announcer's voice chimed in. All eyes turned to face the entrance ramp where King was standing. Usually the big man would be pointing to the fans, giving them a nod of recognition and mutual respect, but tonight the distracted luchador merely stood, looking down in a bit of a panic, at his own tanned, unusually sweaty body. "Also originating from Mexico, weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds!" It was at this time the announcer's attention was drawn to a distracting scene in the audience.

Apparently the noise from King's entrance had scared some front-row, first-time audience members into thinking an actual jaguar had snuck its way into the jungle themed arena. A particularly influenced audience member in the front row squealed out "WOAH, did you guy's here that? I think I just heard a fuckin' lion!" while beginning to crouch down behind the barricade for cover. It took a moment before a few, more sober and experienced, audience members explained to him that it was all a part of the show. Having noticed this, the announcer started chuckling innocently at the situation. However, the significance of his humorous tone was not lost to the audience members who still had their eyes glued to the champion.

"He is your champion!" The sound of a laughing announcer filled the ears of thousands as they stared at the sweaty, shaking, and apparently aroused form of their newly gold-clad champion. The chuckling continued as King uncomfortably reached down to adjust himself through the outside of his trunks, which proved futile. The audience looked on quietly, some of them beginning to crack up along with the announcer, albeit for a completely different reason. Many were wondering if King's trunks had been stuffed, as if this was all some sort of embarrassing prank. "The one, the only, KING!!!" The announcer's attention snapped towards King and he finished with his familiar masculine rumble, but the unintentional damage had already been done.

All audience members stared apprehensively at the usually confident luchador. Aside from the profuse amount of sweat coating the man's chest, the first thing they noticed was the obscenely large, golden bulge between the big man's thighs. Though nudity was always allowed in BWW, King had never been one to take part in any sexual storylines or scandals. He had the reputation of being one of BWW's most proud and serious wrestlers, though many audience members were beginning to second guess this presumption.

The champion's case wasn't helped as he made his way down the ramp, ignoring the outstretched hands of many cheering fans as he slowly made his way to the ring. Each step caused that swollen mass between the man's thighs to flop around with a reasonable gentleness, until King performed his usual acrobatic hop onto the ring apron. The motion caused King's manhood to flop around like an oversized paddle-ball within the confines of his trunks and undergarment. Finally King hopped over the ropes and reached a hand down into the front of his trunks, adjusting himself openly on live television. Meanwhile those in the front row could faintly hear the sound of uncomfortable panting and groaning resonating out from underneath that orange furred jaguar mask.

"Hey, King, you ok?" Dinosaur asked with a hint of concern, placing his hands on his hips as he approached his opponent before the bell. Though he was grinning widely underneath his stoic dinosaur mask, Tizoc was still a little worried he may have over-spiked King's water. However, his concern was short-lived as he saw the big golden luchador begin to bounce in place. With King getting pumped and still looking to wrestle, Tizoc's grin grew wider. The red wrestler decided to push his heel role a bit further as he snatched the announcer's microphone from his hand.

"WOW! King!" Dinosaur's low, gravelly voice echoed throughout the speakers. "Is that a water bottle in your trunks, or are you just happy to see me?" he chuckled. Then, for the first time in the King of Dinosaurs' career, he created laughter in the audience that wasn't directed at himself. Meanwhile, as Dinosaur was beginning to feel good about himself, something was rattling inside King's head. "Water bottles?" The words kept repeating themselves in his mind. With a low growl of anger rising up from King's throat, everything clicked.

"Hey, how about you do us all a favor and go take a cold shower before y-" Dinosaur's words were suddenly cut off as, to everyone's surprise, King started off the match with an early tackle. The audience watched in amazement as King straddled Dinosaur's thick abdomen and proceeded to rain punches down on his masked head. With the announcer finally ringing the bell, it seemed the audience was finally getting a main event a bit more exciting than they'd expected!

King roared out in anger as his mighty tanned fists continued to hammer down haphazardly onto his opponent. Though the sudden pre-match attack may have seemed like a heel move for any other wrestler, King's fans trusted his reasons. Therefore, they began to cheer his name as he picked Dinosaur up by the mask and propped him up on one knee. The energy in the arena grew even louder as King ran towards the ropes and came springing back, jumping and bringing his knee into the already suffering face of his opponent in a shining wizard! Both men fell back first onto the mat, but despite King's profuse discomfort, he was able to kip-up back to his feet in a typical display of his unique athleticism.

Wasting no time, King reached down to grab Dinosaur by the mask and drag him up to his knees. King balled up his fist, but the wrestlers punch was stopped mid-swing as he heard Dinosaurs voice resonating out lowly from behind his mask. "King! Wait! I'm sorry, ok?" the familiar voice of Tizoc landed upon King's ears, now sounding like the friend King knew. "I'm sorry I spiked your drinks man! I figured it would just be a harmless prank! I've just been so desperate to get a reaction out of the crowd lately." Tizoc's voice was borderline crying now. With a sigh, King let go of Dinosaur's mask and backed up a few paces. The big, golden clad jaguar raised his hands up and out to his sides, shrugging as if to say "I told you this heel thing wasn't for you!"

Unable to hear Dinosaur's words, the audience watched on as King placed his hands on his hips, giving the other wrestler a breather. The audience, as expected, sided with their sympathetic hero, and rewarded the man's display with applause. After all, even some of Dinosaur's biggest haters were Tizoc's biggest fans, and they didn't want the man to get beaten down too badly.

King waited for the other man to get to his feet, even offering him a hand in the process. With a mixture of sympathy and disappointment from the crowd, Dinosaur took King's hand and allowed himself to get pulled to his feet. It seemed Tizoc had finally learned his place in the company, as a highly skilled but undeniably good-natured wrestler.

Grabbing a microphone from the announcer once more, Dinosaur announced that he was done with his less favorable, childish antics. "I've been in this business a long time, but only wrestling a man as honorable as King could show me there's no justice in a dirty fight..." The red dinosaur stopped, before grabbing King's wrist and raising it high in a pre-match celebration. Dinosaur pointed one of his massive glove-claws at King's sweaty chest and nodded his head along with all the cheers of the crowd. Then, with a fist bump from King, it seemed both wrestlers would be competing fairly in the match from here on out. That was, until King felt that large, clawed hand tighten around his wrist.

With a sudden tug, King's masked face was whipped straight into the red wrestler's meaty forearm in a cheap-shot clothesline! "But it sure is fun!" Dinosaur finished before tossing the microphone to the side, and squatting down to lift King up by his now dazed, masked head.

Standing on wobbly legs, King's only had time to grunt before he felt Dinosaur's hand snake between his legs. Taking a firm grip of that golden-clad butt-cheek, Dino lifted King's tanned, sweaty body across his chest briefly, before slamming it down hard. King's big golden body landed back first onto the canvas, causing the big man to bridge up and groan in pain from the powerful body-slam before falling flat.

Tizoc began to slowly circle King's body, eyeballing the meaty, sweat soaked specimen of a man in front of him. Most notably, Tizoc's eyes were drawn to King's golden trunks, which were now sporting a bulge the size of an extra large athletic cup, though he knew King didn't own such a piece. Dino walked over and gently scraped his boot along the mass of that swollen flesh, causing King to groan. The taunt caused the golden wrestler to instinctively reach up and cover his manhood in a mixture of fear and embarrassment.

"Jesus Christ King, you've got enough meat on you to feed a family of four! And I'm not just talking about those two hams you call an ass!" Tizoc's grin could practically be heard as he squatted down to lift King up by his mask once more. Only this time, his gut was met with the impactful force of King's golden fist. The big jaguar rose from one knee to both feet as he continued his assault on the meaty torso of the King of Dinosaurs. With his laughter being cut off so abruptly, the red masked man began to worry he'd gotten too cocky too soon.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" The fans began to chant in unison with their champion's timed punches, before a loud "OHHH" chant could be heard as King ran to the ropes. The big jaguar came running back, before nailing Dinosaur with a clothesline of his own! The impact flipped the big red man over onto his stomach, effectively showing him how a real clothesline was done! King rolled his shoulders, still pissed and nowhere near satisfied, before he reached down to jerk his opponent to his feet.

With a ferocious intensity the audience had never seen from their champion, King grabbed a fistful of his opponents tights and whipped the man quickly overhead in a snap suplex. Rolling his legs into a standing position, King hit Dino with another suplex, and then another! Soon the audience was counting "Seven! Eight! NINE!" before Dinosaur was lifted for the final time. However, King didn't slam his man down immediately. Instead, the angry jaguar favored leaving his opponent upside down in the air, stalling the suplex. A barrage of cheers echoed throughout the arena as King began to slowly squat once, then twice, all the while keeping his opponent upside down, no doubt rushing the blood to his head.

Finally, King jumped up, and sent Dinosaur crashing to the mat, back first, with a thunderous crash! The audience roared out "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" repeatedly as both combatants laid there for a long moment. Slowly, King rolled onto his stomach and outstretched his arm to cover Dinosaurs massive pecs in a pinfall attempt. "One! Two! THREE! RING THE BELL!" the ref shouted as he motioned for the end of the match.

However, the man paused as he saw the bell-ringer shaking his head. With a look of confusion crossing his face, the referee turned back to examine the combatants. That's when he saw it. Dinosaur's booted ankle was draped over the bottom rope. The audience cheered loudly as the referee signaled that the pin was broken and the match was still on! Some of the audience members felt guilty in their cheers, seeing as how they wanted King to win. However, to their delighted surprise, they were enjoying the match far too much to want it to stop.

With both combatants still flat on the ground, the ref began a ten count. It was at the count of seven that King rose to his knees, with Dinosaur following shortly thereafter at the count of nine, barely avoiding a loss by knockout! However Dinosaur had no time to recuperate as he was dragged to his feet by King once more. The tan skinned wrestlers were both covered in a sheen of sweat now, King more-so due to his drugged state. With all the blood pumping through his artificially aroused body, it should have come as no surprise when King's rock hard member could be seen jutting straight out inside his golden trunks. Several audience members gagged as they saw the swollen mass brush up against Dinosaur's thigh through the fabric of their attires. However, King paid it no mind as he jumped up, showcasing his one of a kind athletic ability, and sent Dino whipping straight down into the canvas in a hurricanrana!

The big man's back hit the mat with a thunderous slam, before King sat on his chest and reached back to hook a leg, looking for an early pin! A low groan of sheer pain escaped Dino's red mask, but the sound was drowned out by the cheering of the crowd and the ref's voice. "ONE!" Dinosaur winced as he could feel the bulge in King's trunks unceremoniously wedged between the teeth of his mask, brushing up against his own lips. Suddenly, he got an idea.

"TWO! Wha-?" The ref jumped back, startled as a loud ROAR suddenly escaped King's mask. The big wrestler was thrashing, and striking wildly at the head between his legs, which had clamped onto his manhood during the pin. King screamed, finding the tables turned in a matter of seconds as he rolled onto his back and tried desperately to reach into his opponent's mask and pry his lips apart. However, King's hands were too big, and he was forced to resort to bashing Dinosaur's head in with full strength shots to the head!

However, even with all his force, King's blows proved fruitless against Dinosaur's jaws, eventually causing a low, hopeless whine to escape King's mask. Thankfully, upon hearing this, Dinosaur decided King's golden nut-sack had endured enough punishment, and finally released that now bruised manhood from his clutches.

The audience grew silent in sympathy of their hero, as well as in awe of just how dirty Tizoc was able to be.

"Come on King, up an' at 'em!" Dinosaur mused between his own grunts as he stood to his feet, one hand clutching his bruised back, the other tugging King up by his mask. With the jaguar's mind muddled by the fiery pain in his loins, it came as no surprise when he failed to counter Dinosaur's huge irish whip into the corner. What did surprise the audience, however, was just how hard Dinosaur was able to throw King even in his pain-filled state. Dino squatted deep; the man's big, melon sized ass cheeks jutting the back of those red tights, before he used the leverage to send King flying head-first into the turnbuckle! The top of that Jaguar mask seemed to maneuver perfectly between the top and middle turnbuckle pads, before crashing violently against the unforgiving steel pole. Suddenly, for King, everything went black.

Dinosaur whistled, hands on his hips, as he looked over King's golden clad bubble butt. The big jaguar was definitely putting on a show for the audience, it seemed; he wasn't moving at all! Still, Dino thought to himself, the show must go on.

"Alright pretty kitty..." Dinosaur growled as he looked down at the still unmoving jaguar, and reached a hand down to grip onto the back of King's waistband. "Time for the real fun to start." The dominant wrestler grumbled, before yanking King back into a full-nelson. Tizoc let out a grunt as he realized King was dead weight, but assumed the other wrestler was merely resisting him.

"I'M GONNA BASH YOU UP REAL GOOD, PRETTY-KITTY!" King of Dinosaurs shouted for the audience, which was now beginning to grow loud with excited cheers at the unpredictable match. The spectators looked onward at King's limp body, held up in a cross position in the full nelson. That jaguar mask looked so ferocious and determined; no one could have guessed that the wrestler underneath was completely unconscious.

Suddenly King's head was brought down onto the top turnbuckle pad. While the impact no doubt caused further injury to the already concussed wrestler, it also served to shake him back awake. "ONE!" Dinosaur started his own count. King roared out, trying to signal to the ref that he was legitimately injured, but found it difficult due to being bound in the other wrestler's hold. "TWO!" Suddenly King's head was brought down once more, and everything fell black once again. With every blow, the wrestler seemed to be alternating in and out of consciousness, but his cries fell on deaf ears as the audience began to count out along with dinosaur. "THREE! FOUR! FIVE!!!" There was no hope, it seemed, for the poor musclebound, golden clad hunk, as his own fans caused him to continue the match unattended.

By the time the hold was done, Dinosaur carelessly tossed King's limp body back onto the mat like a sack of potatoes, before raising his own arms up in premature celebration towards the crowd. To the heel's surprise, he heard a thunderous chorus of "boos" and cheers, one of the federation's strongest crowd reactions to date. It seemed he wouldn't be getting fired after all. With a wide, ear-to-ear grin on the face underneath his menacing dinosaur mask, the muscle-bound hunk re-raised his arms in a double bicep flex. The dominant display was rewarded by a chorus of whistles from the crowd, causing the muscle man's meat to swell in his tights before he turned to get back to work.

"Boy, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Dinosaur mused as he looked down at King's supine form while adjusting his the swelling mass in his tights. Semi-hard as he was, his bulge was nowhere near as bloated as his drugged opponent's. Dinosaur almost felt a little guilty. Almost.

"Looks like he loves the abuse folks, HAHA!" Dinosaur hollered towards the fans as he pointed down to King's massive, packed trunks. A mixture of laughter and uncomfortable murmuring resonated out from the crowd; many fans starting to question their champion's performance in this match. To their increasing disappointment, it looked like King was taking a liking to getting destroyed. Of course, none of them could have known the truth about their drugged and unconscious champion. To their eyes, it appeared as though King was putting up a poor effort, having resigned to being the heel's first ever jobber.

Finally, for the first time in BWW's history, the fans began to "boo" King, just as Dinosaur planted his size fifteen boot on top of the unconscious wrestlers sweaty chest. They watched, enraged at King, but in awe of Dinosaur as the man struck a crab pose, flexing his massive biceps and pecs for the crowd. This was a man they could get behind.

With a distinct one-eighty change in atmosphere inside the jungle arena, the fans cheered on Dinosaur as he flexed for the victory. However, just as the ref counted "Two!" for the pinfall, Dinosaur lifted his foot, before reaching down to yank King up by the mask. The audience booed louder than ever as King's shoulders were artificially lifted off the mat, breaking the pin. However, the vast majority of the audience wasn't booing at the King of Dinosaurs, but rather at the jobber he was giving a second chance.

"Don't worry ladies!" The anti-hero in red shouted for his fans as he yanked King up to his knees by the mask. "I'm just going to take a quick moment to give this boy what he needs before I snatch his title!" Dinosaur's confident words immediately caused the boos to cease, before once more get replaced by cheers. Even if their champion had disappointed them, one thing the fans could always get behind was an alpha wrestler's ruthless domination.

Unknown to Dinosaur or the thousands of fans watching, getting jerked into this upright position would finally shake King out of unconsciousness. Unfortunately for the champion-turned-jobber, the first thing he would see after waking up was Dinosaur's red, swollen crotch, protruding proudly at his eye level. In fact, the dominant male was bulging so prominently and standing so closely that the fabric of his tights pressed up against and into the mouth of King's mask. The kneeling wrestler was once more unable to cry for help, instead gagging as he felt, and tasted, the sweaty spandex brushing against his lips.

Another chorus of whistles escaped the crowd at the sight of the humiliating display. Then suddenly, Dinosaur lifted King fully up to stand on his wobbly legs and turned the newly awoken, dizzy muscle-hunk around.

To the audience's confusion, King of Dinosaurs squatted down until he was eye-level with the huge, golden glutes of the champ. "Ender of Careers, huh?" King heard the big man snickering behind his ass, before he felt the the ruthless heel's meaty fingers slip into the sides of his golden waistband. "Yeah. Maybe your own!"

And with that, King's honorable reputation was ruined, as he felt his trunks and jockstrap both get yanked down around his ankles. The drugged, dazed and confused champion's long, thick and tanned fucklog was seen jutting out above his swollen, full looking nuts. The fat, helmet tip of his cock was bright red, looking ready to shoot at any moment thanks to all the ecstasy still coursing through his body. Immediately the audience started snapping more pictures than any other big moment in the history of the company. Though, it wasn't as if they needed to, seeing as how the cameras broadcasting to thousands were locked on to King's swollen cock and killer, bronzed butt-cheeks.

Before King even knew what was going on, he felt Dinosaur's massive python arms wrap around his throat, constricting his head in a sleeper hold. King reached up, but his weakened state allowed him little more than groping on those massive forearms as he was dragged into the corner. "Here it comes cat." Dinosaur grunted in King's ear. "YOUR DEMISE!" And with that, Dino switched up the hold, tucking King's head underneath his left arm, masked face shoved deep into Dino's sweaty pit in a dragon sleeper. However, it didn't stop there! Dinosaur stepped backwards onto the first rope in the corner, and then using his tremendous strength, carried King up as he stood onto the second. This new devastating hold, a corner assisted dragon sleeper, left King's golden boots kicking wildly through the air as all the pressure was placed on his thick bull-neck. Then, for the first time in the match, King started to scream, though it was muffled by his opponents armpit, as he felt the man's thick sausage fingers wrap around his aching fuck-stick.

"Come on ref. Ask him!" Dinosaur chuckled loudly as he began to casually stroke King's pre-cum smearing cock. "What do you say King?" the ref leaned in towards the naked wrestler as he was choked in the dangerous submission hold. King, to Dinosaur's surprise, was completely screaming, begging for release. However, between the muffling from Dino's armpit, and the roaring cheers of the excited crowd, the ref couldn't make out King's words. "I think he said he wants to keep going!" Dinosaur said with a smug grin behind his mask. The ref seemed to buy it, even as King's sweat dripping body was seen wriggling and writhing in pure, nearly asphyxiated agony.

Dinosaur let out a growl of delight, relishing in the moment as he looked out at all the screaming fans, most of which were still taking pictures of him dominating their once beloved champion. With a content sigh, Dinosaur finally decided enough was enough. "TIME TO END THIS!" He hollered, causing a loud pop to raise up from the crowd, which was clearly ready for the big finale.

Dinosaur started to stroke that meaty, tanned rocket faster now, working it into a steady rhythm as he tightened his grip around King's throat. "And thus came the end of the once great King's reign..." Dinosaur began to growl out his monologue with twisted satisfaction. "He was a mighty warrior, with a mighty cock that spewed lots of thick, mighty jizz!" Dinosaur exclaimed, before leaning his head down to growl in King's ear. "Aint that right, kitty-cat?" Dinosaur teased, before his grip tightened around that engorged breeding pole, and he began to milk it with all his strength. Each hefty stroke caused King's golf ball sized balls to bounce around in his sack as he screamed for mercy into the unrelenting wrestler's pit.

Finally, King's cock couldn't take it anymore. All the drugs, the stroking, the teasing and the excitement caused those plump balls to finally tense up. King let out the loudest, sluttiest moan of his life, this time loud enough to be heard over the fans, as his cock-tip twitched, and finally began to release it's load.

Glob after thick, rich, gooey glob shot out of King's veiny, pulsating, marbling cock. The sound of the heavy liquid hitting the mat was loud enough to be picked up by the cameras' built-in microphones, no doubt eternalizing King's first on-camera orgasm in high definition for the BWW record books.

King's screams grew in pitch, gaining a hint of lust as he reached orgasm, before they began to die down. Soon the screams turned into groans, then quiet moans, before finally dying down into silence.

King's body hung limply, looking like a corpse in Dinosaur's grip, save for the slow raise and fall of his chest. Dino took a moment to wipe the jizz from his hand onto the unconscious wrestler's chest. "Alright ref. Check him." Dinosaur said, the confidence and order in his voice making it clear he ran the shots now.

The ref walked over once more, careful to step around the slippery puddle of jizz in the center of the ring, before he approached King's naked body once more. He lifted that meaty, sweat-slick, tanned arm up by the wrist, before letting it drop. "One!" His shout was followed by numerous cheers in the crowd. He reached for the unmoving stud's wrist again. Once more it dropped. "Two!"

The ref grabbed onto King's wrist and lifted it a third time, but stood unmoving for a moment as he let his eyes wander over the perfect, sweat-glistened, tanned Adonis body of one of his favorite wrestlers. Here King was, poised and leaking cum mere inches in front of him. He, like so many other onlookers, felt like he was dreaming. Finally he dropped the hunks arm, which flopped limply down the man's side. "That's THREE! Ring the bell!" The ref turned and motioned for the bell to be rung, before turning back to face Dinosaur, who now sat comfortably on the top turnbuckle. The ref grabbed Dinosaurs meaty hand, the same hand still wrapped around King's bloated, spent cock, and gave it a squeeze before he raised it.

Just before he released that spent, cum-slick cock, Dinosaur felt one last, fat dollop of cum ooze out onto his hand. The victor decided to wipe it on the forehead of his victim's jaguar mask in mock warrior fashion. "Here's you go buddy, the mark of a true King!" Dino roared with laughter before finally releasing King from his grip. The defeated muscle-hunk's limp, naked body landed abdomen first into a puddle of its own sweat and jizz with a heavy thud

"HEEERE'S YOUR WINNERRR!" The excited announcers rumbling voice echoed throughout the speaker, matched in volume by the cheering of the fans. "He is your NEW champion, The. King. Of. Dinosaurrrs!!!" Dinosaur raised his hands to celebrate his victory as he let the ref stand behind him to fasten the title belt around his waist.

With a patronizing ruffle of the ref's hair, Dino pushed the man away before he turned to look down at King's sweaty, naked body in its prone position. That poor, drugged man-sausage was still rock hard between King's thighs, no doubt still feeling the effects of those drugs. Above that lay the two spent, somewhat bruised testes, somehow still looking full inside the tight sack. Last of all was King's glorious ass. It was a magnificent pair of large, juicy, mango-like mounds which had been covered up for years, shamefully hidden from the public eye, until now. Dinosaur licked his lips before he squatted down one last time.

"You had a great run King, but like all good things, it had to come to an end!" Dinosaur punctuated the last word with a giant, thunderous smack onto that naked ass. He watched with satisfaction as a hand print formed on one of those lightly haired mounds, temporarily branding his new conquest like a big, meaty bull. The champion then let out a lust filled snort, and spat a fresh glob of saliva onto the jobber's bubbly, heart-shaped ass.

The victor calmly watched the wad trickle down between those plump, meaty ass hams before he stood, adjusted his package, and grunted. "See you backstage, pussy-cat."

END