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Josh and Steve were no stranger to each other. They have only fought once in the ring, but they have met more than a couple of times outside the ring. Steve never liked the guy. He found Josh to be an arrogant asshole that he'd love nothing more but to kick his ass in the ring. It's safe to say that he's not alone in this. Having got his ass handed to him the last time they met, Steve made sure to put in some extra time in the gym to get ready for this. Looking better than ever, even Josh was impressed when he walked through the door to see the Golden One stretching and warming up inside the ring.

"Well well well... look who do we have here..." Josh laughs as he found out that his mysterious opponent for the day is none other than the Golden One. "Looks like the management got me a new playtoy to bash."

Steve paid Josh's taunting words no attention. "Don't be so cocky. I am here to kick your ass today!" He said as he was all business. He had the match all mapped out in his head, and he was confident that he'll be able to take down the heel wannabe once and for all.

Despite Steve's quiet confidence and aspiration, it didn't take long for Josh to take full control of the action. From the very first second of the match, Josh managed to read Steve like an open book. Steve failed to land a single hit on his smaller opponent. The Golden One got increasingly frustrated as he was trying to figure out ways to knock the sh*t eating grin off Josh's face. Josh, on the other hand, remained calmed throughout. He watched in amusement watching Steve got all worked up, and let him run all over the ring, let him exhausts himself in the process.

"Come on! I thought you came here to wrestle!" Steve growled in frustration, seeing how Josh had been on the defensive for the past 10 minutes. His growing frustration led to desperation. Desperation led to mistakes. With a trip here and a shove there, Josh managed to utilize the bigger man's own momentum, sending him into the corners, down the mat, and even out the ring.

There's no denying that Josh's toying with the Canadian. And Steve was breathless, feeling helpless as he gets outsmarted and outwrestled by his smaller opponent. Another trip by the smaller heel sent the big blond face first into the canvas floor, leaving him dazed, moaning and drooling onto the mat.

"You know, at first I thought a jobber like you would be boring. But you sure are entertaining so far." Josh laughed as he grabbed Steve's sweat soaked ankle and dragged him to the side, right in front of the huge wall mounted mirror. "I am here to wrestle alright." Josh propped the big man up into a seated position, before he start to spread Steve's legs apart with his feet, while putting him in some kind of cobra clutch variation, leaving Steve to struggle for air.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to get my hands on one of the muscle boys again... you know, since my retirement." Josh whispered into Steve's ear, looking at their reflections in the mirror. Steve could feel his smaller opponent's hot breathe on his ear, as he desperately tried to flex out of the hold, but Josh had his body trapped tight as if he's in a straitjacket. "If I got my pick of the litter, I would have picked Joel or Drew. Heck I would have even picked one of those newer studs over your stupid sweaty jobber ass." He words made Steve squirmed even harder, further exhausting himself. Worse yet, he's forced to look into the mirror while Josh was delivering his speech. "But when I asked to come here for a match like this. No rules, no refs, no time limit is just too hard to pass up. Am I right?" Josh laughed, tracing his hand slowly and deliberately down the sweaty contours of Steve's heaving torso, picking up his sweat on his fingers along the way. Josh could feel the big man's body squirming even harder…

"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the biggest jobber of them all..." Josh teased as he looked into the mirror with the hapless Canadian trapped and immobilized. When he didn't hear what he wanted to hear from Steve, he cranked on the hold, squeezing tighter against the jobber's neck, wanting splitting his legs further apart. "I said, mirror mirror who's the biggest jobber of them all?"

"I am! I am the biggest jobber of them all!" Steve said reluctantly. Josh smiled, but he had no plan on easing up the hold. Instead, his free hand slid further down the big Canadian's torso. "Damn right you are..." Josh said as he let out an evil smirk, enjoying his control over his bigger opponent.

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Josh is an OC of the incredibly talented Thank you as always for your awesome work and inspirations!

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Josh and Steve were no stranger to each other. They have only fought once in the ring, but they have met more than a couple of times outside the ring. Steve never liked the guy. He found Josh to be an arrogant asshole that he'd love nothing more but to kick his ass in the ring. It's safe to say that he's not alone in this. Having got his ass handed to him the last time they met, Steve made sure to put in some extra time in the gym to get ready for this. Looking better than ever, even Josh was impressed when he walked through the door to see the Golden One stretching and warming up inside the ring.

"Well well well... look who do we have here..." Josh laughs as he found out that his mysterious opponent for the day is none other than the Golden One. "Looks like the management got me a new playtoy to bash."

Steve paid Josh's taunting words no attention. "Don't be so cocky. I am here to kick your ass today!" He said as he was all business. He had the match all mapped out in his head, and he was confident that he'll be able to take down the heel wannabe once and for all.

Despite Steve's quiet confidence and aspiration, it didn't take long for Josh to take full control of the action. From the very first second of the match, Josh managed to read Steve like an open book. Steve failed to land a single hit on his smaller opponent. The Golden One got increasingly frustrated as he was trying to figure out ways to knock the sh*t eating grin off Josh's face. Josh, on the other hand, remained calmed throughout. He watched in amusement watching Steve got all worked up, and let him run all over the ring, let him exhausts himself in the process.

"Come on! I thought you came here to wrestle!" Steve growled in frustration, seeing how Josh had been on the defensive for the past 10 minutes. His growing frustration led to desperation. Desperation led to mistakes. With a trip here and a shove there, Josh managed to utilize the bigger man's own momentum, sending him into the corners, down the mat, and even out the ring.

There's no denying that Josh's toying with the Canadian. And Steve was breathless, feeling helpless as he gets outsmarted and outwrestled by his smaller opponent. Another trip by the smaller heel sent the big blond face first into the canvas floor, leaving him dazed, moaning and drooling onto the mat.

"You know, at first I thought a jobber like you would be boring. But you sure are entertaining so far." Josh laughed as he grabbed Steve's sweat soaked ankle and dragged him to the side, right in front of the huge wall mounted mirror. "I am here to wrestle alright." Josh propped the big man up into a seated position, before he start to spread Steve's legs apart with his feet, while putting him in some kind of cobra clutch variation, leaving Steve to struggle for air.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to get my hands on one of the muscle boys again... you know, since my retirement." Josh whispered into Steve's ear, looking at their reflections in the mirror. Steve could feel his smaller opponent's hot breathe on his ear, as he desperately tried to flex out of the hold, but Josh had his body trapped tight as if he's in a straitjacket. "If I got my pick of the litter, I would have picked Joel or Drew. Heck I would have even picked one of those newer studs over your stupid sweaty jobber ass." He words made Steve squirmed even harder, further exhausting himself. Worse yet, he's forced to look into the mirror while Josh was delivering his speech. "But when I asked to come here for a match like this. No rules, no refs, no time limit is just too hard to pass up. Am I right?" Josh laughed, tracing his hand slowly and deliberately down the sweaty contours of Steve's heaving torso, picking up his sweat on his fingers along the way. Josh could feel the big man's body squirming even harder…

"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the biggest jobber of them all..." Josh teased as he looked into the mirror with the hapless Canadian trapped and immobilized. When he didn't hear what he wanted to hear from Steve, he cranked on the hold, squeezing tighter against the jobber's neck, wanting splitting his legs further apart. "I said, mirror mirror who's the biggest jobber of them all?"

"I am! I am the biggest jobber of them all!" Steve said reluctantly. Josh smiled, but he had no plan on easing up the hold. Instead, his free hand slid further down the big Canadian's torso. "Damn right you are..." Josh said as he let out an evil smirk, enjoying his control over his bigger opponent.

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Josh is an OC of the incredibly talented Thank you as always for your awesome work and inspirations!