Slater P. Jackson Vs. Sir: The Revenge Match

Slater Jackson had been on a roll with his winning streak. He had traveled across the country defending his belt and winning each time. As he made his way back to the west coast, he ventured back to his old federation. The one that had set him up to not only lose his namesake, but his dignity in front of a Television crowd. Tonight he was going up against the man that had taken it from him, Sir.

Sir, donned in black tights and a blue and black mask stretched out in the ring as the lights dimmed then went to spot light in the arena. Slater Jackson made his way to the ring with the belt around his waist. Wearing a black hoodie, gold chain around his neck and gold trunks with SLATER written across the ass. Sir grimaced as Slater bounced into the ring, the belt balanced on his well endowed member. Sir was Slater's biggest foe and he knew all of his weaknesses. He knew that it would be just a matter of time when Slat's belt and body would be his to own. Slater stripped off his black hoodie and the belt and stretched himself out in the ring, keeping a close eye of Sir.

Slater knew to always keep an eye out for Sir. He was always up to dirty tricks, but Slater had failed to notice Sir tuck a large black bag under the ring as he was too busy flexing for the crowd. Sir smirked at the adoring crowd, as he knew what he was going to do to the golden boy as soon as he had the chance. He adjusted his bulging cock as it harden as he stared at Slater's ass. Slater bounced on the ropes, pumping his fist as his buttocks bounced up and down and Sir continued to rub himself slowly. Slater jumped down from the ropes and the foes squared off eye to eye in the middle of the ring. The laced fingers and the brutal struggle began. Slater, using all his strength, pushed Sir down to his knees. Slat smiling as his biggest foe, succumbed to his powers. Sir head butted Slater right in the nuts and Slat eryelped and his fingers loosened. Sir immediately took control and pushed Slater to the ground and stomped his boot right between his legs. Slater rolled over and Sir kicked him over and over with no mercy. He spit on him and said, "You wil pay for all that you have done, BOY!" 

Slater jumped away and sprang up on his feet and took a running start toward Sir and bending forward crashed into Sir, sending them both stumbling backwards into the ring ropes. Slat placed on hand on Sir's chest and took the other hand and cupped his nuts and squeezed! Slater snarled, "Sir, it is YOU who is going to pay for all that you have done to ME!" Slater squeezed harder. Sir slumped and the ring ropes wrapped around his arms, trapping him in the ropes. Slater took a couple of steps back and rubbed his chin, thoughtfully….The crowd was cheering for their hometown hero finally getting his revenge against the dark foe. Sir struggled in the ropes to no avail. Slater smiled a big grin and straddle Sir's lap. He placed his hands on the top rope to balance himself and bounced up and down lightly…The tip of Sir's boner brushing against Slater's ass crack. Slater let up and sent a chop across Sir's chest, leaving a harsh red mark…Sir looked down at his chest and yelled, "YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS!" Slater suddenly unleashed a fury of fist to Sir's gut…Sir screamed in pain….Slater continued the onslaught as Sir cried, "NO MORE! NO MORE!"

Slat backed up and looked at the heel. Finally captured by the game he had hunted and beaten for so long. Slat wanted to untie him from the ropes and pin him the good ole fashion way. It was the only true way to win. Even if Sir cheated, it didn't mean that Slat had too to win the match. BUT first he wanted to do something to Sir to completely humiliate him in front of the crowd….He slipped out of the ring grabbed an audience members ice chest and the plastic beer cup out of his hand, dumping the half drunk beer on the ground as he made his way back to the ring…He climbed back into the ring and opened the ice chest. Inside were a couple of unopened beer cans and ice galore. Slat scooped the cup inside the chest and walked over to Sir, still struggling to break free. Slat pulled the front of Sir's front away from his body and slowly turned the cup full of ice upside down, dumping the ice all in Sir's trunks. His balls freezing and his boner still raging, Sir kicked and yelled as he felt the numbing effect taking over his crotch….He thought, "This little bastard…"

Slater laughed and dropped the cup. He then untied Sir and watched him crumple to the ground, helpless. Slater dropped to one knee and placed his arms around Sir's neck, in the perfect sleeper hold. Sir squirmed at first, but he was so weakened from the beating Slater had laid on him, he couldn't fight the sleeper. He slumped down and Slat released the sleeper. He rolled over, hooked the right leg, laid across Sir's body, pulled the leg higher so the camera could get a good "money shot" crotch shot for all of the TV folks to see. 1. 2.3. Sir was counted out and Slater was the winner.

Slater stood up and laughed. The crowd was cheering for him and he walked over to the ring ropes and flexed his muscles and waved at the fans. The lights were shining on him and he had finally beaten Sir on his own turf. Sir would be so humiliated he would NEVER wrestle in the fed again. Suddenly, Slater hear a faint, "look out…", He strained to hear, but was blinded by the arena lights. He heard it again and before he could do anything it was too late. He felt a tap on the shoulder and turned around. The lights still blinded him and he couldn't make out who it was, but he instantly knew. He felt a punch across the face and then a hand cup his chin. Suddenly the crowd started going crazy….