Hardcore Handicap Match! Super Wylde Bros. vs El Fulano

Feeling the fight slowly leave his body, Zack awoke once more as his entire body ached in pain. It seems Fulano had left the ring momentarily, giving the twin some much needed time to gain his bearings. To say he was in bad shape was putting it lightly, he had always fought in tag matches with his brother, and to be in a match against a much larger opponent on his own out of nowhere had really shaken him. But he was determined to fight.

Through all the energy he could muster, Zack slowly began raising to one knee, then to the other as he got back to his feet, stumbling as he did so. The crowd slowly began cheering for the display, eager to see the Wylde twin get back into the fight, but just as soon as he seemed ready to go he felt his opponent's hand clutch his throat and he felt himself slowly lift up into the air. Zack's eyes going wide as he stared down at Fulano, his throat choking out for air, he had noticed the table at the edge of the ring which was not a good sign to say the least.

"Why don't you kiss...my....aaAAA!" Zack begun when he suddenly was slammed down onto the luchador's knee for a horrible backbreaker. Getting his smooth body stretched out over the ruthless man's knee, Zack screamed once more in pain as Fulano held him tight. Feeling his body fading, Wylde perked up when the man's hand squeezed his crotch, and a flustered yet pained Zack would shout "Wh....What're you doing?!"

Fulano smirked as Zack screamed out, unable to even finish his sentence thanks to the backbreaker, stretching him out extensively. He shook his head for a moment, really cranking up the pain as he bent the poor boy over backwards, as if he were trying to make the two ends touch. And it was then that he squeezed his crotch, at first trying to see if there was any excitement there -- before he twisted it and pushed down, amplifying the pain with a horrible ball-busting move! And it was like that where he held Zack, before he finally stopped and pushed Zack off of him, rolling his eyes. He tried to warn the poor boy so many times. Now it was time to finish things.

First, he needed to humiliate him some more. He reached down, grabbing for Zack by his trunks and pulling him up, giving him a nasty wedgie and further abusing those balls. It was from there that he reached down -- and pantsed Zack, showing off his naked cock to the crowd. He reached up, grabbing for Zack's shoulders and showing him off to the crowd. Before he moved to turn Zack back around and punch him in the gut, and bad, so he could put Zack into the double underhook and begin to walk him over to the ropes.

It was clear then that he was going for his finisher, right onto the table. He moved to pick him up and over the ropes -- and began to reach over, fondling Zack for the audience, trying to get him hard.

His crotch burning in pain as Fulano violently twisted and pulled at his balls, Zack tried as much as he could to fight through the pain, but he couldn't prevent the groans and screams leaving his throat as his balls felt like they were about to implode. Using every fiber of his being to prevent the verbal submission, Zack was finally let go of by Fulano and flopped down to the floor.

Getting yanked up by the luchador, Zack's trunks were wedgied straight up his crack, causing more pain for his balls as the barely conscious twin moaned quietly, doing nothing to prevent the further humiliation of his aching cock being presented to the crowd as he had no more fight left to give. Being span around and punched harshly in the gut by his foe, Zack was bent over and his head trapped between Fulano's meaty thighs, trapping it in place as he was placed in a double underhook position.

Being walked over to the ropes as he didn't even resist, he was lifted onto the ropes before being fondled by Fulano's strong hands, his dick having a mind of it's own and getting hard quickly as Zack quietly moaned. His head still trapped between Fulano's thick thighs, Zack simply said "F...finish me..." to Fulano, thinking "I'm sorry, Ethan." as he waited for the end.

The piece of him that felt bad felt even worse as Zack spoke up and told him to finish him off. Jeez. The poor kid. He went too far, obviously. But he couldn't go back now. He couldn't take pity on the kid. No, he had to show Zack that this was what happened when you went too far with him. He moved forward, putting the boy into a piledriver position, letting his face rub up against his bulge for a few moments before he jumped off, slamming his head straight into the table. With a loud SNAP, it broke in half, leaving the two of them in the remains.

Fulano shook his head, giving Zack a rueful look beneath the mask. He stood up slowly, grabbing Zack by his hair and threw him back into the ring, climbing in after him -- and going for the pinfall. He put his arm across Zack's shoulders and hitched his leg up. "Sorry, kid. A match is a match," he murmured to him, whether he was conscious or not.

"ONE! TWO! THREE!"

With that, the match was over. Fulano stood up, flexing for the audience, getting booed and jeered at loudly. He looked down at Zack for a moment, looking quite…disappointed. But it was in himself, not in Zack. Without another moment, he pivoted -- and walked away, slipping out of the ring and stalking up the ramp. He was gone, just as soon as he had come.

Getting placed in a piledriver position as Zack's face got a lovely experience of Fulano's bulge, Zack waited for the end but made sure of one thing, Fulano would pay for what happened.

Suddenly Zack crashed through the table and his mind flew into unconsciousness. His body was nothing more then a ragdoll as his opponent threw him in the ring and counted the pin. As the masked wrestler left, the referee left the ring and began checking on Ethan, who had slowly come to after the surprise attack.

WINNER: EL FULANO VIA PINFALL.