Caging the Wolf

So, the little wolf worked me over a bit. It happens. Sure, there are matches where you spend the entire time mopping the floor with your opponent, but where’s the challenge in that?


A foot in my face? You know, that took guts.

It also wasn’t particularly smart. It kind of pissed me off.


Aw, does that hurt?


Go to sleep, little bitch.


Yeah, let me take your mask off. You shouldn’t be allowed to wear one, since you’re just ¬†little bitch.


I have to say, this was my first time ever unmasking someone, and it kind of made my dick hard. Who knew symbolically stripping my opponent of his power would be such a turn-on? I’d stripped opponents out of their trunks before, but this was a whole new world of arousal.

Oh, I took his trunks too.


Yup, nothing more humiliating than having your own sweaty trunks shoved into your mouth.

Poor Lobolito. He always wanted a rematch, but it somehow never happened.