Jeb vs Lin: One-Hour Ironman Showdown
Jeb is Chad’s brother back from South America and looking to restart his career in the States.
Pre-Match Confession
Lin paces in the dim locker‐room, sweat beading on his forehead as he spots his girlfriend, Mia, by the door.
Lin: “Mia, tonight’s more than a match. I’ve felt your support in every training drill, every late night. I want to win this—for you.”
Mia steps forward, placing her hand on his chest.
Mia: “I believe in you, Lin. You’ve got the heart of a champion. Show Jeb that no one outworks you.”
Lin leans in, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Lin (quietly): “I’ll make you proud.”
The Entrances
As Jeb appeared in the arena, fans held up homemade signs reading “Blue-Collar King” and “Built to Last,” while countless T-shirts bearing Jeb’s silhouette had sold out within minutes. Ringside seats featured hard-hat–themed foam hammers, nodding to his construction-day origins. Cheers and hand slaps followed his entry into the ring. Blond, with muscles like an Apollo, 6’1” 210, the young girls go crazy for him.
Lin had a polite round of applause. He wasn’t a heel, so no boos or negative fingers were used. But it was obvious who was the fan’s favorite. Not as defined as Jeb, Lin had a solid muscular frame, 5’10” and 190.
Opening Bell (00:00–15:00)
Jeb storms to the center of the ring, eyes locked on Lin as the bell rings. He wastes no time charging forward, slamming Lin into the corner and unleashing a punishing series of European upper cuts. Swing Lin by the arm he sends him into the other corner following him and landing a body splash. Elbow strikes to the side of the head adding to the pain. Jeb sweeps Lin’s legs and runs to the other corner returning with a dropkick to the head of his target. Pulling Lin out of the corner, the crowd roars as Jeb scores the first pin at 8:12, the referee’s hand hitting the mat three times. Jeb rises first and immediately applies a dragon sleeper, squeezing Lin’s neck until he bangs on the mat to signal a submission. Before Lin can stand Jeb attempts a leg drop across the chest. Lin rolls out of the way and snaps on a chin lock, only for Jeb to arch out and transition into his own chin lock. The crowd’s volume crescendos as Lin endures the pressure, his back arching painfully before he finally powers out. Lin transitions to a German supplex. But Jeb follows with a standing abdominal stretch, wrenching Lin’s torso and forcing another gasp for mercy that gives Jeb another submission. Jeb takes advantage of the submission to add humiliation to the moment. Pulling down his tights, he grabs Lin’s head, forcing his tool into Lin’s mouth and begins to plunge into Lin with cruel intent. He wants Lin to fear what he can expect every time he loses a fall. Psychological attacks will weaken Lin even more than a loss in the ring. Jeb’s massive spear causes Lin to gag. His trusts into Lin awaken a sadistic feeling in the fans who begin to cry for Jeb to let a gushing ejaculation be released in Lin’s throat. Lin’s struggles only excite Jeb more and his orgasm is like a firehose pushing loads of cum into the mouth and down the throat of his pleasure machine. Jeb removes the moist penis as Lin falls back on the mat filled with the white love serum of his foe.
Mid-Match Momentum (15:00–45:00)
Jeb picks up where he left off. He punches Lin in the ribs and chest. Lin has to retreat to the ropes. Lin rallies with a blistering clothesline and a spinebuster, but Jeb responds with a surfboard stretch—Lin howls in agony, his shoulders bent back. Letting Lin fall back he pulls down on Lin’s head causing even more back pain. Crying his submission, Lin is dupped forward and lands face first on the mat. Jeb’s construction-honed strength shines through every backbreaker and bear hug. Lin mounts two desperate submission attempts—a standing ankle lock and a seated armbar—but each is met by Jeb’s bone-crushing counter: a seamless roll-through into a double underhook supplex. Lin attempts to rally with a diving elbow drop, but Jeb catches him midair into an STF, wrenching back on Lin’s neck and shoulder. As Lin inches toward the ropes, Jeb switches to a figure-four leglock, torquing Lin’s knee until it trembles. Lin screams and bridges. He reaches the ropes for a break. Jeb lifts Lin for a backbreaker across the knee, then snaps into a chicken wing. Lin’s arm flails before he rolls through with another rope break. Jeb wants to show the crowd that he is the most dominant. Moving with determination Jeb grabs Lin by the throat. He puts a flailing young man on the mat with a massive body slam. With a raging cock, he strips Lin and leaves him naked. Using brain over brawn, Jeb puts Lin into a torture rack and puts maximum pressure on his opponent’s back. He bounces Lin multiple times bending him. Then he uses a variation of the torture rack. He places the center of Lin’s back against the back of his head and pulls on the legs and head of Lin bending him like a piece of supple plastic. With each pull Jeb tries to make Lin’s head meet his feet. The pain is unendurable. Lins screams his submission. After this beauty of destruction Jeb feels he deserves some release. Taking the now naked Lin, he props him against the corner of the ring and begins to push his penis into Lin’s hole. With power and explosive anger, he drills his victim until his juice again blows into the bitch. The pain and humiliation of the match so far has earned Lin the title of “Bitch” as he is used as a sex toy.
Climactic Finale (45:00–60:00)
Sensing the finish line, Jeb fires off a sequence of German supplexes, leaving Lin dazed. Lin musters a last-ditch spinebuster, but Jeb scrambles up, nailing a devastating fisherman’s supplex. Lin is spent but refuses to quit. Jeb muscles Lin to the ground and locks in a cobra clutch, slamming him face-first into the canvas. Screams and cries emanate from Lin as his head is pulled back and his back bent. A screaming submission adds to Jeb’s count. Lin rises and rolls forward into a dragon screw leg whip, twisting Jeb’s knee. Jeb collapses, then summons every ounce of grit and breaks the hold and hits a thunderous fireman’s carry slam. He immediately transitions into his signature submission—the “Skyline Lock”—twisting Lin’s neck and shoulder until Lin’s screams echo throughout the arena. Lin slaps the mat in defeat. Jeb brings Lin to his feet using his massive arms to crush Lin in a bearhug. Face to face, chest to chest, groin to groin,
Jeb uses all the power his construction life created until Lin is reduced to a rag doll. Telling the ref he is not finished, Jeb uses the bearhug to bring himself one more time. Rubbing his once again rock-hard weapon against the penis of his victim, Jeb has the best orgasm of the night, marking the end of a perfect match. Jeb signals the ref he is ready to end the crushing hold. Raing Lin’s arm three times the ref calls the knockout. As the bell rings marking the end of the match time, Jeb stands tall, his muscles healing, his blue-collar grit proving superior. The arena thundered with a unified “J-E-B! J-E-B!” chant. Every hard slam or submission hold had drawn synchronized stomps, creating a rolling wave of noise that seemed to fuel Jeb’s relentlessness. The end of the match saw the fans go into a state of ecstasy at Jeb’s success.
Post-Match Confrontation
After bell rings. Jeb stands victorious, chest heaving, as Lin kneels in the center of the ring, tears in his eyes. Mia rushes down the ramp, eyes wide with disbelief.
Mia (voice trembling): “Lin…are you okay?” Lin looks up, pain in his voice. “I’m sorry…I—”
Before he can finish, Jeb steps forward, offering Mia his outstretched hand. “You looked for a winner tonight. He fought hard, but I’m the one standing.”
Mia hesitates, then let’s go of Lin’s hand. She takes Jeb’s hand, standing beside him as the crowd erupts in cheers. Lin tries to rise, but his legs shake. Tears spill down his cheeks as Mia turns away. Lin (voice cracking): “Mia…please don’t go.”
Mia pauses at the ropes, looking back with pity and resolve. “I love you, Lin—but I need someone who stands tall.” She climbs to the ringside and departs with Jeb. Lin collapses, sobbing into the canvas, the roar of the arena fading into emptiness.
Midnight Confrontation in Jeb’s Suite
Jeb and Mia go to his room to enjoy each other’s company. It will be a memorable night for Mia, who will experience greater sexual satisfaction than she ever had with Lin.
But Lin is humiliated and seeks revenge against Jeb. Lin goes to the hotel and crashes through the slightly ajar door of Jeb’s hotel room, eyes wild and voice ragged with fury. He spots Mia leaning against the bed.
He lunges at Jeb, hands wrapping around his throat. The room erupts in chaos as Jeb’s massive frame shudders beneath Lin’s grip.
With a guttural roar, Jeb twists free, and cinches Lin in the Skyline Lock. Lin’s fingers pry futilely at Jeb’s forearms as pain radiates through his neck.
Mia steps forward, disdain etched on her face. She leans down, voice cold and cutting:
“You proved yourself unworthy when you lost, Lin. Jeb stands taller in every way.”
She delivers a sharp knee to Lin’s groin just as Jeb cranks the hold tighter. Mia lands two straight kicks to the same target. Lin feels a sickness arise in his balls, his face contorted in agony, every breath a struggle.
Jeb begins to fuck Lin in the mouth. Mia grabs Lin’s penis and bites down on it. Lin’s pain knows no equal. He is reaping the effects of his misplaced jealousy. Once more Jeb uses Lin as his bitch enjoying the moist mouth of the muscular boy deriving pleasure through the suffering of his toy. His explosion drives the white, salubrious liquid down the throat of Lin. Having expelled all the cum he generated he follows it with a flow of urine down the same throat. Mia finishes her penis meal by drawing blood from the head.
Jeb hauls Lin to his feet. He and Mia each grab an arm and haul him to the door. With a shove, they send him sprawling onto the sidewalk below.
Moments later, a group of wrestlers—friends of Jeb and rivals of Lin—descend on the scene. Without warning, they lay into Lin with well-placed shoulder tackles and body slams, driving home the lesson of trespassing.
When the beating stops, they drag the battered Lin back toward the arena, muscles aching, clothes torn, head throbbing with humiliation. The fun has just begun.
